"What the fuck is Marcielo doing here?"

"Language, Lorena. But to answer your question, I'm not quite sure. I just saw him from afar and was immediately on the lookout for you."

"Verona?" Lorena grabbed her sister's shoulder, temporarily forgetting about her aching arm. "I need you to help me out here. If Papa sees anything suspicious, we're both going down." She counted her words carefully.

"Don't you think I know that? That's why you must tell him to leave before Father sees him."

"Lorena?" They both turned around at the same time to see Marcielo standing behind them.

"I'll leave you two alone," Verona drew closer to her and...