Silence fell over the room as all eyes settled on Ashley.
Ashley stared at Carmella, studying the woman from head to toe.
"I wonder how you manage to stay so glamorous," she mused. "Being the wife of a Don is exhausting."
"You—"
"Enough!"
Marshal shot Carmella a warning look.
Miffed, Carmella swallowed her displeasure and sat back down.
"Well, as long as you still remember, that's good." She forced a smile and glanced at Isabella. "Dear, sit down."
Isabella clicked her tongue but obeyed.
Once everyone was seated, their attention shifted to Marshal.
Ashley, meanwhile, kept her gaze fixed on the man she hadn't seen in a long time.
He's gotten a little bigger, she thought. And older than I remembered.
"You're late," Marshal pointed out after a moment. "So you understand why they're frustrated."
"That's why I apologized," Ashley replied instantly. "Was that not enough?"
