Chapter 66

They were halfway through scrubbing the pots and pans when Jenna finally spoke, breaking the quiet that had settled between them.

“Helen said Vivienne’s plate was barely touched,” she murmured. “And Dante only had wine. Didn’t even look at the food on the table.”

Evie let out a tired sigh, her shoulders drooping as she rinsed a pan. “Maybe they just weren’t hungry,” she said, brushing it off more