“Wait! Is this from Mr. Lover Boy?” she squeals. When I don’t answer, she starts jumping up and down, screaming loud enough to shake the ceiling.
I laugh uneasily, trying to calm my heart. For a split second I thought she’d seen George leaving my room or spotted his car downstairs. I wasn’t ready to explain anything yet. I loved Guilia, and I didn’t want anything to ruin us.
She walks over and starts pulling out the packages, nosy girl, as always.
“I didn’t know you were dating a man with a fat pocket,” she drawls, looking at me with wide, excited eyes.
“You’ll meet him soon, G. I promise I’m not hiding him. He hasn’t even asked me out yet, so I don’t want to rush the introductions.”
I pull my dress off, and she nods, too busy admiring the boxes to listen properly.
We open them one b
