Natalie lowered her head, her eyes dark with resentment.

Meanwhile, Dexie followed the waiter to the table Marilyn had reserved. The spot was tucked in the corner, away from the noisy crowd near the bar.

Marilyn hadn’t arrived yet.

“Here’s your table, Miss Hansley,” the waiter said politely.

“Thank you.”

Once he left, Dexie’s phone buzzed. It was Marilyn.

“Dexie, have you arrived? Traffic is a mess. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“I’m here. Don’t worry, I’m not in ...