She swallowed the wine and smiled innocently at the horrified faces, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“Just let it go,” Madison said, a strained smile on her ruby red lips. “I think we’re all getting a little bit tired of talking about Marco.”

“Funny that you say that now,” Catherine said. “He used to be your favorite topic of conversation.”

“Only because you were so smitten with him,” Madison hissed. “Once you met him, it was Marco this and Marco ...