Chapter 22 Ghosts From The Past

• The air in the penthouse was thick with tension. Celeste Moreau stood like she belonged there, her presence invasive yet confident. Her deep red dress clung to her lithe frame, the dim lighting catching on the diamond choker circling her neck.
• Clara crossed her arms, her spine stiffening. “Who are you?”
• Celeste tilted her head, amusement flickering across her striking features. “Oh, sweetheart, I thought Ethan would’ve told you about me by now. Then again, he always did like keeping secrets.”