Lara-Jean POV
I should have known something was wrong when I ran into Alessandra.
But I was distracted, thinking about the journal, about Peter, about the distance we're still trying to close. So when she appeared at the boutique where I was shopping with Maya, I smiled politely and tried to move past.
"Lara-Jean! How lovely to see you." Her smile was perfect, warm, fake. "Shopping for something special?"
"Just looking."
Maya appeared at my elbow, protective. "We're in a hurry."
Alessandra ignored her. "I've been meaning to reach out. Ever since the wedding. You handled Victor's little stunt so beautifully."
"Thank you."
"I just hope you're being careful." Her eyes sharpened. "The Kavinsky men have a way of... revealing themselves eventually."
Maya grabbed my arm. "We're leaving.
