Chapter 153: Noemi

Noemi FIDGETED WITH THE edge of the linen napkin she'd draped over her legs.

She shouldn't have worn the pink dress today, but it was the newest thing in her closet with a designer label. With how jumpy her nerves were, she was bound to spill something on it. She didn't expect this conversation to go well. The least she could do was wear things with brands Ángel would recognize if he grilled her.

Noemi shook her head and mentally scolded herself.

Ángel was not her boyfriend. His rules didn't apply to her. They weren't anything to each other.

Her heart did a pirouette on the thin strand of memory that connected her to that moment last night. The one she'd daydreamed about during the months and years following Ángel's break-up.