"Probably not. My mom's health is too fragile for long flights. Once we're married, I'll take you to meet them."
They exchanged a few more sickeningly sweet words before Jasmine hung up. Her face darkened instantly.
"Damn it. Almost fell for your cheap trick!"
She stormed over and slapped me. My head snapped sideways, cheek burning—but panic for Zoe consumed me.
"Please," I begged. "Her heart medication is in the bag. She's dying!"
"First you impersonate Tony's parents for a free meal, now you're faking a heart attack for compensation?"
Jasmine crouched, patting my cheek mockingly. "No money? This Hermès bag will cover the bill."
She stood and waved at the guards. "Throw these grifters out."
"I want to see who dares!" Leon roared hoarsely, struggling to stand. "I am Anthony Sanchez's father!"
Jasmine kicked him in the mouth.
"Old wretch. Open your trap again and I'll shatter every tooth you have left."
"Dad!"
Red rage blurred my vision. I fought toward him, but the guards dragged me backward, shoving us all toward the exit.
The restaurant buzzed with New Year's Eve energy—spices, laughter, clinking glasses. Then Jasmine raised her voice, and every head turned toward our bedraggled group.