The suffocating silence on the La Villette rooftop didn't last for very long.
At first, the women only glanced sideways, stealing looks at one another, each silently calculating.
Olivia crossed her legs slowly, her brows faintly furrowed, her thoughts looping back to a single question: Why is Tamara here? Why were any of the other women here? Daisy Chen? Kaito Sagomoto's daughter?
Beside them, Cheyenne sipped from a wine flute with disinterest that was too polished to be sincere. Her eyes slid toward Rachel, who sat upright with a cool, guarded look, silently appraising Kara's grumbling as she popped a grape into her mouth.
Each woman felt it. The dissonance of shared presence without shared purpose.
Was it a trap? A gesture? A test?
Because of the uncertainty, they were all wary of showing their hand, and so remained quiet.
