She was a natural beauty, but fakeness oozed from her like cloying perfume. She looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time and feigned an apologetic pout.
The awkward silence must have alerted Nadia to the fact she’d hit a nerve-not that she didn’t already know. If they had such a strong relationship, where was she last night when he was bleeding out? I stared at her impassively even as her words stomped on my heart: the fact my papa was the one who indirectly shot Ronan, and the inexplicable detail Nadia had been with him yesterday. I cannot believe that boy had the nerve to shoot him.” Then she added flippantly, “Though we all know it was Alexei who hired him.” Aloof, she rubbed a liberal amount of butter on her pancakes. “I came to check on Ronan after what happened yesterday. Nadia’s perfect brows furrowed in concern. “I’m sure your French cook is just as good as Polina.” “So what brings you here, Nadia, other than to give gifts?” Gianna sipped her tea. Nadia smiled before saying, “God, I am famished.” Without another word, she began to load her plate with the bliny that weren’t rainbow-colored, apparently oblivious to the tension in the air. The only thing Ronan would do with a scarf was strangle someone with it.
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