OLIVIA
I laughed, shaking my head. “I can’t believe he actually fell for it.”
Marcelle leaned over with the bottle, topping off my glass before doing the same for Lilian. The soft clink of glass against glass filled the pause that followed.
“Thanks,” Lilian murmured with a small smile, taking a sip.
“Dominic’s always been predictable,” Dante said, lifting his glass to his lips. “All he ever needed was a little push.”
Lilian tilted her head, curious. “So what happens now? We have evidence, right? He’s going to jail?”
Marcelle set the bottle down and wiped his fingers on a napkin, his tone more cautious. “Not exactly. Since the photos weren’t shared publicly, he’ll probably just get fined or maybe a year of probation. But for perjury…well, that’s up to the judge.”
I scoffed, my nails
