The plush hotel suite, crackled with an undercurrent of tension for Ken. He was impatiently waiting for results from the DNA test. He sat across from Bella, reviewing schedules and discussing upcoming events, his mind still preoccupied with the revelations of the previous night. The image of Maeve on the projector screen, her voice echoing through the ballroom, remained etched in his memory.
Suddenly, the suite door burst open, and Felicity stormed in, her face a mask of fury. Her eyes, usually bright and playful, were now narrowed and filled with venom. She stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze fixated on Bella.
"You!" she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. "What are you doing here?"
Bella, her expression calm and collected, raised an eyebrow. "Hard to believe but I'm working, Felicity," she said, her voice even. "As usual."
