Chapter 3
“I can’t believe it! I’m going to Italy with my BFF! Omigod … this is so exciting! I’ve only been to Europe once, and that was the trip to England and France when I was eight, visiting relatives with my grandparents. This is waaaay different! Are you ready to meet some Italian hunks, Ren? I know I am!”
Zelana fairly bounced off her airplane seat in glee while I felt like Dastardly after being one-upped by his four-legged sidekick, Muttley, in their flying machine.
“May I remind you we’re not going for fun? I have business to take care of, and then we’re out of there. I told you this a hundred times when you insisted on joining me, which I agreed to. Reluctantly.”
If I hadn’t consented, Zelana would have never let it go, threatening weeks and months of t*****e by moaning over
