- SERAPHINE
The women’s lounge was way too much—all that marble and gold, plus a smell of lilies that was actually starting to make me feel sick. Between that and the heavy flower scent, I was one step away from losing my dinner.
Two women I recognized from the social columns were huddled near the vanity, whispering about someone’s divorce, but they went dead silent the moment I stepped inside.
I ignored them. I walked straight to the mirrors, set my glass down, and leaned in to check my lipstick. I looked calm. I looked like a woman who hadn't just stood three feet away from her murderer.
The door swung open a minute later. I didn't have to look to know who it was.
Marielle appeared in the reflection behind me. In the harsh light of the lounge, her gold dress looked tacky, like she w
