Only a few months earlier, my friend Margaret had shown me a photograph of a woman who had scammed her son. He had fallen deeply for her. She convinced him to buy an expensive engagement ring and hand over thousands of dollars supposedly meant for wedding expenses.
Then she vanished without a trace.
Margaret had been devastated and had circulated the photo everywhere she could, hoping someone would recognize the woman responsible. And now that very face appeared to be standing in my living room.The hair was different—much darker than before—and perhaps she was wearing blue contact lenses. Still, I knew that face.
Everything after that seemed to happen in a blur.
At some point, we all sat down. I served dinner. Everyone chatted happily. I even contributed when necessary. But my attention kept drifting back to Danielle. I discreetly searched my phone for the photo Margaret had sent, only to realize I must have deleted it.
I’d have to call Margaret later.
Suddenly Nathan cleared his throat. He had noticed how distracted I was and asked me to help him in the kitchen.
“What’s going on, Evangeline?” he whispered once we were alone.
“That’s her,” I said urgently. “The scammer Margaret told us about. I’m sure of it.”
“What? The one who broke her son’s heart and stole everything?” Nathan frowned and placed his hands on his hips. “Are you positive? It could just be someone who looks like her.”
