The restaurant was busy that afternoon, people coming in and out, the sound of plates and voices filling the air. Cassandra sat at the corner table, wearing dark glasses and a short red dress. She kept checking her phone until Vanessa walked in.
Vanessa smiled wide as if they were old friends meeting for fun. She hugged Cassandra, then sat down quickly.
“You look good,” Cassandra said, lifting her glass of wine.
“You too,” Vanessa replied, her eyes shining. “You are living the good life now. Mansion, money, Nathaniel by your side. Savannah must be crying in some corner if she is alive.”
Cassandra laughed softly. “If she is alive. But I don’t care. Nathaniel doesn’t care either. To him, she is finished. That’s all that matters.”
The waiter came, they ordered food, and when he
