*Cassandra*
“No, I get it, Silas,” I mumble to myself as I stride down the dimly lit hotel corridor towards the suite. “No, gotta go... Kathy, you’re such an idiot.” I know it’s a bad habit to vocalize my thoughts as I text, but sometimes it helps to hear the words out loud. “I said no... okay.”
I push open the door to the suite and am met with the sight of two lovebirds cozying up over breakfast in matching bathrobes. “Morning, you two,” I say, trying to inject some cheer into the room.
“Good morning,” Nina replies with a dozy smile that tells me Elijah has clearly kept her up half the night.
“Morning! So, how was drinks with the film commission?” Elijah asks, his grin too smug for my liking.
I roll my eyes. “I realized Italian men are kinda grabby.” Glancing at the calendar on my ph
