Zelda
I didn’t want James Ferguson to suspect I had been studying abroad, so before Liz could clarify, I nodded and said with a small smile,
“Yes, I am the translator. However, with Mr. Ferguson’s Italian skills, it seems I’m unnecessary here.”
Liz didn’t seem to mind my improvisation. She had originally brought a translator, but their delayed flight had left her without one. Since I spoke Italian, she had asked me on the way to the hotel to step in temporarily.
Susan stood awkwardly to the side, unable to follow our Italian conversation. Her discomfort was evident, her expression pinched and her fists clenched. She looked like she was shrinking into herself, and I could almost feel the hatred radiating off her.
Without acknowledging her, I quickly followed Liz into her ro
