Cole.
“But, Mr. Martinez, I’m pretty sure your name wasn’t on my guest list. So tell me, how did you get in here?”
The question didn’t surprise me. It was obvious from the moment I saw Arlene’s face that she wasn’t exactly thrilled to see me.
I mean, I tried to discern that look and chalk it up to our history together in Hawaii. But she gave off the vibe of someone who would hate anyone associated with her stepmom.
But her anger wasn’t what I was focused on. No, what really gripped me was the fact that she looked so damn much like Yasmin. The resemblance to Yasmin was almost haunting.
Could this be a coincidence?
I wasn’t interested in the drama between her and her stepmother. I didn’t care how much they hated each other or what kind of history they shared. Somehow, I knew Mirela was
