MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth sat sprawled across the couch in Miguel’s home office, laughing uncontrollably—after he told her what Lisa Moore had said—how she had always wanted him, and how that desire was apparently the real reason behind her recent issues with her father.
"You—" Elizabeth gasped between laughs. "You’re insane. No, seriously, you should be a comedian. How the hell did you come up with that joke?"
Miguel couldn't help but chuckle too—her laughter was contagious—but he held up a hand, trying to regain some seriousness. “I’m not joking.”
Elizabeth snorted. “Right. Lisa Moore came to you, of all people, not just to talk about her criminal father’s arrest, but to profess her undying love? Come on, Miguel.”
She paused, then added, "Besides, Lisa’s not the type to be that vu
