Gabriella POV "Andrew was wrong." Lucia smiled. It was a slow, deliberate expression that did not reach her eyes. She leaned back against the cushions of the couch, her posture completely relaxed, yet she looked ready to strike at any moment. Her presence felt entirely predatory, like a snake watching its prey from a high branch. "Andrew said you would say that. He also said you would let me stay anyway because you owe him." Mariano's jaw tightened. The muscle in his cheek twitched, a clear sign of his rising anger. "I do not owe Andrew anything." "You owe him for Barcelona. That is what he said. And I am collecting." Lucia turned her head slowly toward me. Her gaze was intense and heavy. Her eyes moved over my cheap flat shoes, up the fabric of my plain trousers, across my simple blouse, and finally settled on my face and hair. I felt small under that inspection. I felt immediately inadequate and entirely out of place in this luxury living room. "Who is this?" she asked.
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