Vlad
This is a terrible idea.
Alessia shoots me a speculative look as we drive in the back of the limo into the city. Mika’s on the seat across from us, watching out the windows.
“Are you taking me shopping?” She’s been trying to guess where I’m taking her, and I’ve been cagey about it.
Mostly because I’m thinking it’s a huge mistake.
I rub my forehead. “If you like, yes.” Maybe I should scrap my plan and just take her shopping. Nothing makes a woman happy like spending money on her.
Although Alessia might be different, since she comes from money.
I can make Mika happy, then.
“Where are we going? Why do you seem tense?”
The limo pulls up in front of a communist-era government building and stops. Alessia peers out the window, then back at me.
“I think this was bad idea,” I mutter.
