Charlotte’s POV
The officers arrived within ten minutes. Two of them walked into a room, a man and a woman. Their keen eyes immediately took in the scene—Marco sitting on the floor, pressing a cloth that one of the other spa workers had given him to his bloody temple. The shattered glass and spilled manicure supplies. Me, holding Nora, who was still sniffling with her face buried in her neck and blood dripping down her little nails.
The female officer’s face instantly softened when she saw Nora. She walked up to me. “Ma’am, can you tell me what happened?”
I opened my mouth.
“She attacked me,” Marco said loudly from the floor before I could respond. “Unprovoked, might I add. I was just doing my job and she shoved me into that table! I want to press charges.”
The male off
