EIGHT

Juan approached them with a glass of champagne, "It's Anita, right?" He asked with a wicked grin.

His steps were slow and careful with the wicked smile he had on. He carefully glanced around, and Anita could tell he was trying not to cause a scene.

After an eternity of his walk, he finally stood at their front. He looked at Isaac and back at Anita. He had no idea who Isaac was.

"Juan," Anita said, taking deep breaths, forcing herself not to explode.

"Where is Gemma?" Isaac blurted out while blocking him from coming closer to Anita.

Juan looked in Alice's direction and Anita. "Who's this?" He asked, chuckling.

"Don't make me," Isaac whispered, "You don't want to make a scene," he sneered, knowing very well that he wouldn't want his darling wife to find out anything about Gemma.

"She left a while ago," He replied, defeated by Isaac's threat. He looked at Anita, and she avoided eye contact. Isaac lowered his gaze, and seeing their reaction, he could tell something was wrong. And it w