If Giselle knew it was going to be this hard to get rid of Enrique, she never would have allowed herself the torture of being in Elias’s presence.
As if that wasn’t punishment enough, she was now staring into the eyes of the last person she wanted to be around.
Of course, Celeste had also witnessed the scene. It all made sense now. Elias was using her just as much as she used him, all to make Celeste jealous.
And the stupid redhead had fallen for it. If not, she wouldn’t be blocking Giselle’s path, confronting her.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
Giselle was wiping down a long dining table when silk rustled behind her. She didn’t turn though, already catching the familiar scent. “Working.”
Celeste laughed, brittle and cold. “Don’t insult me. I saw you.”
“I imagine you see
