"Have your dinner. I’ve got some work outside,” Marcel said as he turned toward the door.
“Where are you going? It’s already late,” Jenna stopped him with a concerned gaze.
Marcel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I need to bail out Jay and Callum,” he muttered, looking weary. He paused, glancing back at her. “Just… trust me on this, Jenna. Venice has never had your best interests at heart. That’s all I know.”
Before Jenna could respond, Marcel reached for his car keys on the bedside table, casting her a final look before walking out.
Jenna sank onto the edge of her bed, her mind tangled with frustration. She stared at her phone, hesitating for a moment before finally tapping on Ariel’s number. Bringing the phone to her ear, she waited as it rang.
“Jenna?” Ariel’s familiar vo
