"You have to listen to me, Rachel," Sabrina said, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper. She leaned so far across the small mahogany table that her diamond necklace brushed the polished wood. "You know Camilla better than almost anyone else in our circle. She is not to be trusted. I am absolutely certain that she has an ulterior motive for this. She is planning something big, and this pregnancy is the beginning of it."
I looked at her, my expression completely flat. I leaned back against the plush leather booth, deliberately projecting a calm I wanted her to feel. "Sabrina, I have let things go between Vincent and me. We are done. But that does not mean I am about to act like you and I are best friends now. Your family drama is no longer my concern."
"I am not asking you to be my best fr
