So he really was here on a date with a woman?
Melissa sat in the seat the waiter had specially arranged for her, gritting her teeth so hard she could barely suppress the urge to storm over and confront him right then and there.
But a sliver of rationality held her back. Wait a little longer.
Maybe they're just ordinary friends.
After taking a few deep breaths, she lifted the menu to shield her face and stole a glance in Vicente's direction.
Fortunately, plenty of women in the restaurant were eyeing him, so no one paid her any attention.
At the table—
"About Fanny's matter," Camilla poured tea with practiced elegance, her movements fluid and poised.
"I haven't had the chance to thank you properly, Mr. Vincent."
After all, this was a foreign country.
Without Vicente's connections to people familiar with the area, their rescue of Fanny would have taken much longer.
This gratitude couldn't be skipped.
