The words died on Vera's lips as a young woman stepped through the doors of Enigma, her entrance nothing like the dramatic silhouette I'd been expecting. She stood about my height, dressed in an impeccably tailored blazer and slim-cut trousers, her dark hair falling in a sleek bob around her heart-shaped face. Her eyes, bright and alert, scanned the room before landing on Vera with recognition.
"Cora!" Vera waved enthusiastically.
I froze, my eyes widening. That face—I knew that face.
"You made it!" Vera pulled the woman into a quick hug before turning to me. "Hazel, this is Cora Cadwell, the investor I was telling you about."
The woman—Cora—extended her hand with a playful smile. "Nice to officially meet you, Hazel. Properly this time."
My mouth fell open. "You're the Porsche driver. The fake rideshare."
She laughed, a bright, unabashed sound. "Guilty as charged."
Vera looked between us, confusion clear on her face. "Wait, you two know each other?"
