Diego stood at the entrance to the terrace with Sofia clinging to his arm, her red dress bright against the shadows. His face was flushed and his eyes narrowed on where my hand still rested in Miro’s.
“Needed a break from the crowd?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Or just somewhere private to finish what you started on the dance floor?”
I pulled my hand away slowly and faced him, the coldness settling over me like armor. Sofia tugged at Diego’s sleeve and murmured something about going back inside, but he shook her off and took another step closer.
“I knew it,” he spat. “The second I saw you two together. You couldn’t wait to jump into bed with the first rich guy who looked your way.”
Miro shifted beside me, his body tensing, but I spoke first because I was tired of letti
