Mónica’s eyes darted around. ‘I don’t know what you are talking about. My father has nothing to do with…with that woman.’
But her voice was no longer as confident.
‘I’m sure Mr Sastre’s not involved with anything…nefarious.’ Alessia smiled. ‘But let’s not dwell on it. After all, tonight is about celebrating and having a good time. Shall we do just that?’
Mónica, defeated and now worried, beat a hasty retreat.
Logan returned, after having observed Alessia from afar, proud of the way she had handled herself. ‘What was that about?’
‘Oh, nothing much. I asked if Miss Sastre would agree to give an interview to BuzzBeat. Sadly, she declined.’
‘Is that so?’ Logan raised an eyebrow.
‘Uh-huh.’
‘Fine. Let’s go hunt down more of your interview subjects then.’
As the night
