Left alone at the table, Tania took the necklace from the box and fastened it around her neck. She turned on her phone's camera, admiring her reflection as a slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips.
"Denis still loves me," she murmured. "He'll buy me anything as long as I ask."
Then, a devious idea crept into her mind. It was the perfect opportunity to remind Anne of her place—to make sure she never entertained the thought of getting back with Denis.
With a gleam of satisfaction, Tania stood gracefully, adjusting the necklace so it sat perfectly against her collarbone. She grabbed her glass of wine and sauntered toward Anne. Tonight, she would make sure Anne understood—Denis was far beyond her reach.
Anne sat alone at her table, swirling her drink lazily in her glass, enjoying the quiet buzz of alcohol.
"Drinking alone?" Tania's voice cut through the air, laced with smug amusement. She slid into the seat across from Anne. "Where is your husband?"
