POV: Bea Sharpe

"Helena, I know what you're doing," I said, finally looking up from my unwrapped hands to meet her determined gaze. "And it's not going to work."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied with exaggerated innocence. "I'm just here to offer moral support and carbohydrates to my best friend who's obviously going through something difficult."

"You're here because you and Don Pedro have been plotting ways to force Ben and me into the same space," I said ...