–Carrie–
I heard there'd been chaos. The kind that sends people scrambling in designer heels and wrinkling their silk suits. They evacuated the penthouse above ours. No one told me exactly why, but Tyrona seemed to be in a suspiciously good mood. Could she have been the reason for the uproar? Possibly. Yet, when she leaned toward me, gossip dripping from her voice as she whispered about what had happened upstairs, she seemed genuinely oblivious.
"But what happened after Deanne was taken?" I asked, swirling my champagne just to look busy.
"Well, she came back after… what, three or four hours? Perfectly fine," Tyrona replied, her tone casual as she sipped her wine. Always elegant. Always poised. And always wearing that rare diamond ring—an exquisite piece I'd bet my Louboutin collection came from her boyfriend. Though, technically, Alejandro was no longer her boyfriend—he was dead.
