Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Jeremiah watched the two women walk away, speaking quietly.

He sighed and followed them–he had been used to such a situation.

The rest of the group quickly made way, knowing they didn’t have the same standing as Yvette to act so casually around him.

As the three took their seats, Jared began to liven up the atmosphere.

Everyone was now more reserved and cautious, casting furtive glances toward the trio on the couch every now and then.

To be fair, the sight of the three of them sitting together was truly pleasing to the eyes.

Keira, seeing things not going her way, clenched her teeth in frustration.

She turned to Joel, who had just recovered from his shock, and tears instantly welled–up in his eyes.

“Joel, please forgive me! I’ll never do it again, I swear!” she sobbed.

Joel looked at her impatiently and forcefully shook her hand off.

Without mercy, he said, “Keira, let’s part ways amicably. Leave now.”

Irritated by Joel’s ruthlessness, Keira snapped and lost control of her emotions.

She thought, ‘Without Joel’s backing, those I’ve offended through his influence will surely retaliate against me. I can’t let that happen; I might as well go all out and take him down with me.’

With a crazed expression, she screamed, “Joel, since you’re so heartless, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

Joel’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at the frantic Keira.

He thought, ‘What is this woman planning to do?‘

Keira’s outburst brought the lively atmosphere to an abrupt silence.

Just as Samantha finished mixing a cocktail for Yvette, the music halted, and all eyes shifted toward the commotion.

Only Jeremiah and Yvette remained unaffected.

Jeremiah was focused on peeling an apple for Yvette without even lifting his head.

Yvette sipped her cocktail with her eyes lowered, contemplating whether or not to have another.

‘What if I get too tipsy and start a fight?‘ she thought, then glancing at Jeremiah, who was concentrating on peeling the apple. ‘Can he take a hit? To drink or not to drink–that’s the question.

Keira, furious at being ignored by the trio, yelled, “Ms. Zeller, did you know that before you arrived, everyone was saying Samantha was Mr. Chavez’s childhood sweetheart and that they were the perfect match? They said you came from a small city and weren’t good enough for him!”

Of course, Keira embellished that last part.

in fear

this reckless woman trying to get us

even

he caught Jeremiah’s

say that? Are you out of your mind? Don’t try to pin this

joined in

about the women

she’s lying. We

You have to believe us! How could we possibly talk

is crazy. She’s just mad because Joel

swear we didn’t say anything

crowd

enough to know what they can say. They didn’t have the guts to

speak up for them, everyone

Yvette to decide what to

attention of everyone in

completely understood how much Yvette meant

on the couch, her shirt sleeves rolled up

cold eyes swept over the

set down her cocktail, tilted her head slowly, and asked Jeremiah, “I’m

around at the uneasy

said sternly, “Not good enough? I’m the one who’s not good enough

room looked up

statement carried a lot of

humbling himself for

have to make him say something like that? If even Jeremiah isn’t good enough for her, who else would

the disbelieving crowd with her clear,

she asked, “Did you all hear

the room instinctively nodded

synchronized than a military drill

thinking, ‘How embarrassing! How did we let ourselves be so completely intimidated

turned to look at Samantha, motioning with her eyes toward

a silent request

twitched; she found Yvette rather

word, she resignedly began mixing another

would be reduced to a bartender for someone

swore she

refuse a stunning beauty with

turned as pale as

someone who had tried to

stir up trouble

use her

“If you break up with me, Joel, I’ll