"We need to talk. Now." Madison's text flashed across the screen of my phone, and my gaze fell upon it as a storm of emotions churned inside me. The gala had been far too soon; the betrayal was too fresh, too raw.
I typed out a response with fingers that shook. "Fine. Meet me at the café near the office in 20 minutes."
Luciana, I swear I had nothing to do with the photos or the journalist!" Madison's voice was loud enough to turn heads when I walked into the café.
"Keep your voice down," I hissed, sliding into the seat across from her.
Her big eyes darted around the room and she hunched forward. "I didn't do it. You have to believe me.
I crossed my arms over my chest, easing back in the chair. "Then explain why I saw you exchanging glances with him right after he confronted me."
Madi
