With or without the jewels and makeup, she is a goddess, a goddess who played me for a fool. I trace my finger over her red lips, remembering how good they felt pressed to mine. But it was all lies.
Flipping through the rest of the information, I see Santo has compiled everything on her—bank account statements, information on where she used to live, used to work, and the friends she went to college with.
It seems she was telling me the truth about her family. Her parents divorced when she was eight. Her father is estranged. And her mother remarried, creating a second, better family and forgetting about her first.
Twenty minutes later, I know everything there is to know about Antonella Ricci, but I only wish the information had come from her. That she’d trusted me enough to tell me the t
