Jenna’s words should not have bothered Carmen. She’d grown accustomed to the back and forth of hurtful words. Jenna was almost expected to make a scene and make Carmen look like the real culprit. And, to be honest, it wouldn’t have bothered her even now if it weren’t for the situation they were in.
The atrium, which had been bustling and humming with music, gossip, and assorted conversations, had now fallen silent.
After she had agreed to stay for the three-day cruise, Simon had led her back to the party on the deck. He was still with her until a few minutes ago, when one of the guests swiped him away for a private conversation.
For obvious reasons, she missed having him by her side.
Carmen felt a sharp chill run down her spine as she looked around and noticed everyone’s gaze on them,
