She saw men in silk blazers and women in chiffon cocktail dresses. She inhaled the scent of cigars and perfume and felt a tightness in her chest. After she had left Lionel, she called Henry and asked him to meet her in the plaza. She thought about her conversation with Lionel and shivered. How could he lie to her about everything? She remembered the suite at Cap Rocat with its thick plaster walls and beamed ceiling. She pictured the high white bed and Lionel stroking her thighs. She remembered his warm mouth and slick chest and knowing what they had was perfect. “Juliet.” Henry approached her. He wore a blue polo shirt and khakis. His hair was brushed across his forehead and his cheeks glistened with aftershave. “This is a pleasant surprise, I thought you left for California.” “Thank you for meeting me.” She looked up from her coffee. “I don’t know how to begin, but I had to see you. “I went to Casa Isabella to see Gabriella and Lionel’s autograph was on the wall. Felipe said you and Lionel ate dinner together.”
