“Is this where I have to tell you I’m desperately in love to keep up appearances?”
Layna and Rada exchange another glance. Layna is the first to speak. “This is a safe space,” she says gently. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t feel comfortable saying.”
I smile at both of them. “Thanks. I guess my problem isn’t so much not being in love as it is trying not to fall in love.”
Saying it out loud sounds even crazier than it did in my head. Before I can explain myself, however, Noel walks through the door. “Mrs. Paige, I’m sorry to bother you, but you have a visitor.”
“A visitor?” I ask. “We never have visitors. Who is it?”
“Nikita?” I say, repeating the name. “Why does that name sound so—oh my God. Misha’s sister is here?”
“The very one,” a light, quippy voice says as an effortles
