The sisters gave each other falsely confident, stained smiles as they made their way to the lavishly set mahogany table in the centre of the dining room. Raven noted with interest the way Naz seemed to instinctively attach himself to April less than five minutes into knowing her. All the warnings Angelo had given them in the past few days ran through her mind, but she knew she could not very well do anything about it; especially not in that room, at that time and with all those people watching. As if on cue and summoned by her very thoughts, she glanced behind her to see Angelo also walking towards the table. His eyes narrowed disapprovingly when he saw Naz pull out April's chair for her and her appreciative glance in return.
Was something going on between the two of them? The warning sig
