YILENA HOLT POV

I stared at the untouched glass of wine, my hands curled tightly in my lap as everything I had planned for today flashed through my head.

I'd been so close. So close, I tasted the victory.

So why was I still here hours later, staring at the glass like Helene would come down and decide to drink it after all?

Damn it!

Just how am I going to get the money now?

I dragged my hand through my hair, the bitter taste lingering at the back of my throat making my lips press into a thin line.

If it wasn't for that message she got, everything would...