“So, Mr. Stevens, what do you think of Dorothea?” Carola asked, her smile teasing but hard to read.
“She’s alright,” Harper said, drawing out the words. “She’s definitely… not shy, I’ll give her that.”
Carola was about to ask more, but then, to her surprise, Albert walked in.
“Albert, what brings you here?” Carola rushed over, latching onto his arm and giving him her best pout.
Albert glanced around the private room, his eyes pausing on Harper for a split second and his brow twitching. “I’ve got a dinner next door. Just thought I’d drop in for a bit.”
Carola hadn’t expected Albert at all. If Dorothea showed up now, things would get interesting fast. She couldn’t help but stare at the door, practically buzzing with anticipation.
But when the door opened, it was only Carmen. She stepped inside, frowning when she spotted Carola sprawled on the sofa and gave her a little smirk. Carmen was thinking, why does Carola have to be here too?
Carola couldn’t hide her disappointment. “Carmen, you’re by yourself? Weren’t you bringing your best friend?”
Albert caught the name and his eyes flickered. He knew exactly who Carmen’s best friend was.
Carmen forced a smile. “She’s in the bathroom. She’ll be here soon.”
She pulled out her phone and texted quickly: [Ugh, Dorothea, you won’t believe it, Albert and Carola are both here.]
In the restroom, Dorothea paused at the message, her fingers hovering as she thought about what to say. Finally, she typed back: [Sorry, Carmen. Something came up and I have to leave. Really sorry.]
Carmen stared at her phone, her frown deepening.
Albert noticed and leaned in, his voice quiet. “Something wrong?”
Carmen just shrugged. “My friend’s got something to do. Looks like she’s not coming.”
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