Chapter 84

Whenever Santino and Latisha were together, a primal sense of panic bloomed in her gut, a fear with no logical source. Renata often told herself it was because of what happened when they were kids—that one time Latisha had played the victim and tricked her brother. Perhaps she was just being paranoid.

But now, with the maids as witnesses, the evidence was undeniable. What excuse could she possibly use to soothe her own anxieties now?

"Keep this to yourselves," Renata warned them, her voice low and threatening. "If I hear anyone talking about this again, don't blame me for what happens."

She spun on her heel and left.

Back in the living room, Santino was chatting with the others as if nothing had happened, not even sparing her a glance. Renata sat down beside him, about to speak, when the front door opened and Clifford walked in.

The atmosphere in the room instantly shifted, and the chatter died down.

"Clifford, you're here! Come in," Polly called out, her face lighting up with a genuine joy she only ever showed for him.