Sienna
“So? Is he here?”
Nino ignores me, too focused on his phone.
“Nino!” I pinch his arm.
“What now?”
“Is Popov here?”
He rolls his eyes and takes a look around. “No, he’s not. As I’ve already told you at least seven times in the past hour.”
“It’s been two hours. Why isn’t he here? It’s his club.”
Nino mumbles something and looks down at his phone again.
Sighing, I grab Luna’s forearm. “Let’s go dance.”
I pull my friend toward the dance floor, swaying my hips to the beat. It’s difficult with four-inch heels, but I try my best. There aren’t too many people dancing, maybe twenty, and a good number of them are throwing curious looks in my direction.
I’m used to people staring. It’s unavoidable, considering my fashion choices. So, let them stare. Let them believe the pe
