I wait anxiously on a bar stool as the evening shift begins at Lupa, my eyes on the door, my back ramrod straight.
It was a fight, of course, last night, when we walked in the door and Frankie cheerfully announced to Christian and Nico that I was a dumbass who set another date with Edward for tonight. Violetta, luckily, was in the shower. Christian, obviously, immediately had a meltdown and forbade me to go.
Nico, however, pointed out that me not going was going to be more obvious. Christian stormed off then, slamming his bedroom door behind him in his anger, and then Nico stormed into my room and picked out the outfit that I’m currently wearing. A fashionable black dress, as usual, but with long sleeves and a high turtleneck. He tried to make me wear some very puritanical low-heeled s
