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was pacing, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She knew too much about the arguments overheard in the powder room.

, usually the rock of the group, was staring at her husband, Karim. The look between them wasn't one of grief; it was a silent pact of silence. was pacing, her breath coming in shallow gasps

Only an hour ago, a body had plummeted from the balcony of a nearby penthouse. The scream was still ringing in Alma’s ears—a jagged sound that sliced through the laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses. Now, the flashing red and blue lights of the police cruisers danced across her white marble walls. usually the rock of the group