Lily touched Gerald’s arm lightly. “I need to use the restroom.”
He looked down at her, eyes still dark from the earlier tension with Elliot. “Do not take long.”
She gave a short nod and walked away from the main hall. The restroom was down a quiet corridor lined with soft lights and dark wood. She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The space was private and elegant, with marble counters and large mirrors. She had only been there a few seconds when the door opened again.
Cleo walked in. Her black dress clung to her body and her face was tight with anger.
“You just could not stay in your place, could you?” Cleo said. Her voice was low and sharp.
Lily turned slowly and faced her. “What do you want now?”
Cleo stepped closer. “I want you to understand something. You are a paid hole
