Marina's POV
I gasped. How could he be here? Varce Bosta. Of course it had to be him.
How did my aunt set up a date with him?
He looked good, like he wasn't wounded. Honestly, I didn't know what to feel. I just kept blinking until he offered me a seat.
Would he find out who I am?
“It's you.” He repeated again, staring at me like he was flabbergasted and in some kind of trance.
As I stared, all my pent up anger and hurt returned. I was burning with anger, and then I remembered that he probably didn't know me as Sergey.
It was fine. I'll just sit through this.
He still couldn't believe his eyes, but I tried my best to be more controlled for the both of us.
“You're Rina. Marina Romana.” He kept going. I swallowed, unsure of what to reply next but trusting my guts. He didn't know me.
