Mia Bianchi
Bass music echoed throughout the club, bodies moving on the dance floor, while my gaze darted from one side of the room to the other.
Sitting on my stool, with my legs crossed over each other, with my Cosmopolitan in my hand and a tremendous boredom that pervades me.
That was the first night I had managed to escape from home, after months locked up, months of agony with a dish on my heels, I had finally managed to escape from home. Everyone was too focused on the change of command since that day had celebrated the entry of Noah as head of the family, accompanied by his wife, Irina Volkov, now Bianchi.
I had finally managed to take advantage of the general turmoil to have some freedom, even if I didn't have a cell phone, at least I had my credit cards.
Although I had to adm
