Matteo.
“What did you find?” I asked Charles. My eyes were on him as I brought the rim of my glass cup towards my lips.
“She doesn’t work for the bar. Yesterday was her first time there. The hostesses meant for you were running late, so she covered up for them.”
“Isabelle, 26. Engaged and dumped.”
My jaw tightened. Heat suddenly flooded my chest as though something was burning in me.
Engaged, dumped, on the same night?
I didn’t know which words stung the most: the thought of another man daring to claim her or the image of her standing, heartbroken, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
Then it hit me. Was that the reason for the sadness I saw in her eyes?
My hand balled into a tight fist. “Who dares to toss her aside like she means nothing?”
“He cheated!”
