Oriana's POV
Roughest night of my life.
I think I eventually fell asleep on a bench in Central Park before I got woken up and kicked out by a police officer. I wasn't hurting anyone, so I didn't get what the big problem was, but I didn't argue. I didn't need to stop for too long anyway.
Without a doubt, I really pissed off that Vivace guy. I just needed to keep moving. If only I didn't slap down my envelope of cash like a total i***t. As the sun peeked over the horizon, my stomach grumbled.
Ugh. Breakfast. I really wanted breakfast.
I passed a coffee shop, the smell of pastries in the air. Cream cheese and yeasty bagels. Apple turnovers. Those little salty sausage sandwiches. I wanted to weep. It smelled so good. How does one go about asking for free food?
Back at the villa, every
