MARIA REYES (ISABELLA’S MOTHER)
I never thought I’d see a place like this in my lifetime. The villa was obscene. White marble everywhere, manicured gardens that probably cost more than our entire apartment building, and an infinity pool that looked like it spilled straight into the Mediterranean. I smoothed down my cheap polyester blouse and forced a trembling smile as the stern-looking butler led me inside.
Selene had found me two days ago.
She had appeared at our door like a vision from a magazine. Tall, stunning, with long fiery red hair and a perfectly tailored black suit. At first, I thought she was one of Isabella’s new rich friends. She was so polite, so concerned. She asked about my daughter, said she was worried Isabella was involved with a dangerous man. That she was ruining a
