Valeria almost passed out when she saw Josiane in that black sheath dress, sitting in her hotel suite like she didn’t have a care in the world. She didn’t look like someone who’d just had to fight off some creeper, the way social media claimed. She looked like a damn model, all glamor and understated elegance.
And Valeria got to ride down the elevator with her. She got to walk out to the waiting limo at her side, with that tall, handsome bodyguard of hers behind them acting as a chaperone of course. When the chaperone shot Valeria a wink, she suspected he might have had more to do with her car trouble than just helping her get to the restaurant on time.
She needed to remember to send him a fruit basket.
Izzy had chosen one of those hip places that pretended to be casual, this time in La
