CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE

CLARA'S POV

From the moment Arsenio, Sergio and I left the house, my heart was in my mouth as I was a nervous wreck.

Even in the car when Arsenio asked me if I was nervous, I had to lie to him so I wouldn't start any unnecessary issues.

I hoped and prayed deep down that this impromptu outing would go well but as soon as his friend Romero kissed my hand and asked for my name, my nervousness increased again.

And to crown it all, the man who sent someone to ask for me had to ruin the night by making Arsenio furious.

Sergio went with me to the restroom and stood outside as I tried to get the wine stain off my dress.

The stain didn't wipe off completely and so I looked at the mirror and sighed deeply.

A few moments later, the bathroom door suddenly swung open as Arsenio stormed in holding the man who wanted to talk to me at gunpoint.

“What's going on Arsenio???” I asked as fear gripped me.

“You see that woman over there, take a very good look at her because anywhere you set your fucking ey