Eva proceeded to tell Christina as much as she could without getting into Barrel’s questionable background and the fact that she was still waiting to hear from him. Christina listened with her hand on her chest the entire time, nodded, and played with the golden necklace that sank between her cleavage.
“My lord,” she said, beginning to fan herself. “It’s like you stepped directly into one of those romance novels!”
Eva put her hand over her mouth and began to giggle. They were sitting in the corner of the giant yard on comfy patio furniture. Her mother had some of their workers string up fairy lights that flickered overhead as the sun began to dip under the horizon.
“I mean, I suppose so,” Eva said, sipping at her white wine.
They only spoke for a few more minutes before Eva’s mother, A
