“Are you guys not going to say anything?” She picked up a napkin and wiped her hands with it.

Constanza pulled the chair back in anger, making it screech loudly across the polished marble floor.

They watched her leave the dining room, which was even a breather for them because she might spill something they dreaded in Renata's presence.

“Nina?” Renata called her friend, arching her brow.

“It’s nothing. I was asking Domingo to convince you to put up a small get-together for friends ...