Kat POV
“How about to Freedom, and all that it represents,” I suggested and he smiled slightly as he clinked his glass against mine.
I could tell that he had been disappointed that I hadn’t toasted to our relationship. Sure, I believed him about Amia, and I knew that he was the man that “Kat the thief” had fallen in love with… but there was so much that had changed and I would be an utter i***t if I believed that I was the same person I was back then.
“To Freedom,” Enzo toasted, taking a sip of the champagne.
A weird tension pulsed between us, and I was desperate to get the joking, happy Enzo back. I slid from the booth, tugging Enzo with me as I dragged him to the dance floor.
“What are you doing?” he asked, suspicious of my actions.
I laughed and winked at him, turning to face
