CASSANDRA'S POV~
Carmela hummed under her breath—a soft, eerie little tune I couldn’t place. She glanced at me briefly and muttered, almost like she was talking to herself, “Interesting.”
My shoulders stiffened.
Then, with slow grace, she reached for her Hermes bag and tugged it onto her lap. I watched—no, stared—as she slid one hand into it. My pulse quickened instantly.
Was she about to pull out a gun?
I didn’t dare blink. Every muscle in my body was on edge. I kept my eyes trained on her hand, my breath caught somewhere in my throat.
But when she finally pulled her hand back out, it wasn’t cold steel that gleamed between her fingers—it was something else entirely.
An invitation card.
Elegant. Gilded edges. Ivory paper with golden trimming that shimmered faintly under the dashboa
