MELISSA'S POV
My phone rang right as I stepped out of the shower.
I wrapped the towel tighter around me and padded across the room, water still dripping from my hair. The screen flashed bright with Marco’s name.
Great.
Just what I needed.
I didn’t even say hello before his voice blasted through the speaker.
"Yo, Melissa! Melissa!”
I sighed and flopped onto the edge of my bed. “What now?”
“Your café photos still fire.The comments. The reposts. Even Vogue picked them up for their ‘Style Meets Sport’ feature. You two look like the hottest new thing in Europe right now.”
“That’s... great,” I muttered, not meaning it.
But he wasn’t done.
“In fact, it gets better. Way better. Louis Vuitton just emailed.”
That made me pause. I shook my head and sighed.
“What?”
“Louis Vuitton, Melis
