Nico — POV
By the time I reached the restaurant, heads were already turning. They always did. I ignored it.
She found me before I found her: yellow sundress, long black hair, that smile she kept just for me. Anastasia crossed the floor and wrapped her arms around me before I could say a word.
"You actually showed up." She pulled back and searched my face. "I figured you wouldn't. Not after the engagement party." Her voice dropped. "The paparazzi are everywhere, Nico. This could blow up into something neither of us wants."
She smiled like she meant it.
She was calm on the surface. Underneath it, she was burning. I know her well.
We took our seats. She was all smiles, brighter than she'd been in weeks, already waving down the server and ordering for both of us like she already knew wh
