REWRITE THE STARS
“We’re just going to have a bit of a chat.”
She exhaled.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
The woman eyed Calleigh, then as photographers came close to take their picture, put her arm around her, and smiled before giving her an air kiss.
“I didn’t realize you and Gabri were still an item, Callie querida.”
“We are… A very steady item… querida,” Calleigh replied coldly, then folded her arms as she waited for Gabriel.
Clenching his jaw, he looked downstairs over the railing. All of the international party set was here to celebrate Thalía’s twenty-ninth birthday, her third such party, if he recalled correctly.