—Mabel—
My stomach coiled tight. Not from fear—but from the sour memory of that morning six years ago.
Angelina scanned the room like a queen about to reclaim her kingdom, flanked by a group of men and women I didn't quite recognize.
I glanced at Alec. Just like the rest of us, he was looking at her.
The moment their eyes locked, Angelina toyed with a curl of her hair and smirked. Squaring her shoulders, she strutted to the only empty seating in the room with the placard, Solvane Corporation, the team falling into step behind her.
“Sorry to be late,” she muttered to the dignitaries on the raised stage and sat down next to Alec, crossing her legs.
Alec glanced at me, but I was faster. I tore my gaze away from him, to the stage just as the deep voice of the announcer filled the room.
