Chapter One Hundred And Ten : La Dona
Veronica’s POV
I approached Ciana in the garden, my heart racing with anticipation. "Ciana, we need to talk," I said, my voice firm but calm.
She looked up at me, a hint of wariness in her eyes. "What's this about, Veronica?" she asked, her voice sweet but cautious.
"I know what you're up to," I said, my eyes locked on hers. "I followed you yesterday. I saw you meeting with that mysterious figure at the café."
Ciana's expression changed, a flash of fear crossing her face before she masked it with a smile. "Oh, that? That was just a friend from town. We were catching up."
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "A friend? Really? Because it looked like a lot more than that to me."
Ciana sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Fine, Veronica. If you must know, I'
