“Girl, is he high or something? Why the hell is he calling me Lucy? Do I look like a Lucy?” Tania whispered sharply as she leaned closer to me.
I burst out laughing, the type of laugh that makes your stomach hurt and brings tears to your eyes.
“Tania, must you be so dramatic?” I wheezed. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll give you all the deets later.”
Then I turned to Ian. “Thank you,” I said as he handed me Tania’s bag, and he gave a polite nod before stepping back.
I dragged Tania upstairs, and the moment we entered my room, she threw herself on the bed as if she owned the place.
“Bella… Bella… Bella!” she squealed. “Your room?! Girl, what the hell! This isn’t just a room. It’s a five-star presidential suite!”
“Oh my goodness, Tania, please stop!” I laughed as I kicked the door shut. “Do yo
