"I was on a date with Houston," Isla said hoarsely. Luca's eyes swallowed with disgust and she shrunk beneath those rigid glares.
"How convenient," Lucia mused.
"It's true." Isla said quietly.
"And who can prove that?"
"Houston."
Lucia tipped her head back and let out a bark of laughter. The sweat on Isla's brow looked to have thickened. "So he's the only person that can prove your story? I don't suppose anyone else saw where you were?"
"No, they didn't." Isla looked away.
Though she wouldn't retaliate, that didn't mean Houston would. "And where were you on Mardi Gras?" He accused Valentina.
"Sick." Valentina replied. Her gray eyes cemented to steel in front of Houston, a brawl just waiting to happen.
"Right, right." Houston waved a dismissive hand. "Everyone just gets sick when someone is murdered. Guess what? I'm sick of all you and if you keep hounding my girlfriend like this, I swear I will tear out your liver."
Now Josephine's heart began to race. Dante was acting more like a statue then a human being. She whipped towards him but his find was fixated on other things. Beatriz hadn't said a word but was watching. Useless, idiotic teenagers.
"So where was your date with your boyfriend?" Lucia spat the word as if it was arsenic, and Josephine couldn't remove her eyes on Luca's flinch when his twin said the word out loud. She couldn't decide if he was in the process of grieving or fully enraged.
"Where was the date?" Valentina grunted angrily. Though she wasn't fond of Isla alongside her companions, the act was wasted against Lucia's fury. Anger was only the beginning in describing what contorted against the imp's face.
A chill slithered down Isla's spine. "At a restaurant named Charlotte's."
Houston's knuckles bulged out a vein. "You don't have to tell them." He told her.
Josephine said drily."This awfully feels like an interrogation."
"Isn't Charlotte's in Jubilee Lane?" Lucia countered, turning her pert nose down against her. Isla managed to duck down despite her staggering height.
But Camillo said,"No, I saw you two that day."
They all twisted to him, mouths agape. Lucia's face reddened, not expecting the intrusion after years of silence. He flickered his eyes against the couple and tapped his chin. His eyes looked as if he was paroling through memories. "That's right. I did see you two that day. You were wearing a red dress with polka dots. I think it was during the night. Charlotte's, was it?"
Isla opened her mouth then shut it. It wasn't the time to debate not when she had two females enraged at every word that flew out her mouth. Better for Camillo to take the lead. She nodded once.
"I suppose Dante could verify your story." Camillo's eyes trailed to him. This wasn't anything that couldn't be verified with a quick camera check, but Dante kept himself locked tight and refused to answer.
But Beatriz did. "We'll look into it."
Such a dry way of answering. Stoic, and tasteless. This wasn't the time to hoard secrets when they were out here trying to accuse Camillo. And from the looks of it, their plan didn't seem to be doing so well. They had completely shifted the integration.
Camillo was asking Beatriz questions, the opposite of where Dante wanted to be when they came. The view was disturbing and Josephine was distorted more than anything. However, she couldn't blame him. There were always more paths than clues. They had already crossed out Isla, Houston, and Camillo, but the rest of her schoolmates still varied.
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Romantik❝ But this boy, this charming boy had laid sights upon her dead boredom and ripped it apart. She wasn't one for younger men, but there was a sort of aura that sucked the quivers of Josephine chest and flowed warmth between her legs...❞ 〰️ Dante Vale...