“Sorry.” 

Victoria put her right hand on Giselle’s knee to stop her anxious tapping. Ever since Analise had left, she’d been on edge. Now, not even the wine or spirits were doing much to relax Giselle. She’d been swirling the red wine in her crystal glass for the last ten minutes as they watched the fire dancers from the back of the small amphitheater butting up against the small lake on the estate...