Marcella's POV
She knew everything. It was almost scary to think about.
She knew about my deal with Katrina and somehow, she had managed to sneak into my father's house and grab a document I could have sworn no one knew of its whereabouts aside from me.
Maybe it was this knowledge that kept me glued to my seat even though every part of my body wanted to run.
She was now staring at me with those eyes of hers as she sipped her coffee.
And then it struck me, I knew her.
" I know you from somewhere?" I said, making it sound more like a question than a statement.
She shrugged.
" Well, you should have seen a lot of scandals surrounding me. Either that or you saw me in magazines. I pride myself on being quite famous," she said, making me think again.
It was not in one of those places..
