I approached Bianca.
"Bianca," I asked with a mischievous smile, "can you tell me what's going on with you and my brother-in-law?"
"Zara, what are you talking about?" she replied, taking a sip from her glass with feigned slowness. "There's nothing going on.
Just as I was about to speak, Mayte came up behind me, hugged me, and dropped the bombshell:
Not for me. For her.
"Bianca, darling, do you think you could stay here a little longer and help me finish my project? Think of it as work and experience. What do you say?"
Mayte didn't speak aloud. But upon hearing the proposal, Gustave—who was standing to one side pretending to be interested in a bottle—took a couple of steps closer. Just to hear Bianca's answer better.
There was something going on here. Even if they were saying ot
