I greeted the table with a friendly smile. Gina looked at me as if I were a bug to be shooed away but Enzo’s face drained of color. Good. “Miss O’Mara,” he said. “How nice to see you again. You remember my fiancée, Gina Meloni?” I wasn’t sure if the emphasis was because he thought I didn’t recognize her, or if it was supposed to serve as a warning to behave myself. Either way, I didn’t much care. “Of course. And what a lovely dress you’re wearing. I just adore it.” Gina smiled, smoke seeping from her lips. “It’s from New York. It was a gift from Enzo. He’s always buying me something.” “Mr. Generosity.” I met Enzo’s eyes. “Got a cigarette to spare?” “Certainly.” He removed a gold case from his coat and opened it. While I chose one, he glanced at Gina, who was staring at the diamonds at my throat. “Allow me to light it for you and escort you back to your table, Miss O’Mara.”
