CHAPTER 73
Ariella
We were still at the cafe with Emily when someone unexpectedly approached our table.
“Lucia," I whispered, shocked to see her.
"Hello, Mrs. DeLuca. Or should I call you Ms. Johnson?" She sneered.
"Anything that makes you feel better," I said, and Emma gave me a puzzled look.
“Hmmm I see," she replied, taking a seat at our table.
“Aren't you supposed to be in jail?” I asked.
"I am, but power talks louder than anything in Atlanta; therefore, I am out. I hope Luis treats you like a queen," she said.
"Of course I don't deserve anything less than that after all.”
"Ariella Johnson, you are toying with the wrong lady. If you leave Luis, you will save yourself and your career, but if you don't—"
"Then what?!" Emma cut her off.
"Whose is this, and why have you not ta
