Elena
Tiago sighed. “I need to talk to you about my brother.”
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. The worst thing is that I knew why he said it, and I knew that he pitied me—but it was not his fault that Marvin turned out to be his brother. “Sorry for?”
“Sorry for my brother’s comment.” Tiago apologized. “Had I known that the two of you knew each other, I would’ve never—“
He took a deep breath and closed his mouth, unable to finish his sentence. “Hired us?” I guessed. For some reason, I was happy he didn’t because I did not want to interfere with the money the cocktail bar needed.
“So I guess you now know that he wasn’t on that island I told you about,” Tiago mentioned. The island thing was a stupid story, to begin with, but I was also as stupid to go along with it. “Yes, and I guess you know
