"Ciara Giovanni, a twenty-year-old college student," Leander whispered in Viviana's ears, and she looked at him with her eyes wide.
He nodded his head and went to his seat. Viviana's head hurt hearing the clinking sound of the glass. Right now, Leander just threatened her with a name of a woman, a girl to be precise.
Is she one of the nineteen women?
Viviana pressed her lips and looked around. Her first instinct was the get away from there. But then she assessed the situation clenching her hands.
Viola was glaring at her as she did the whole time, but this time Viviana felt like she would murder her. Evander had a smirk stuck to his pretentious face and she could see that he is hiding his insecurities behind that stuck-up smile.