Alisa
The black limo pulled up in front of a building with a large sign that said La Piacere. On the outside, it looked no more than a white rectangular building with an unusually long door on the quiet side of town, but I could hear the faint sound of music inside, indicating that this was not just any ordinary building.
Drey was unusually quiet through the drive and I did not need to ask to know the reason. He was on his phone through too and I could not help but wonder what he was doing. When we arrived in front of the building, I moved to open the door, but he held my hand back and lifted his phone.
"It's last-minute. I need to make the arrangements," he said and leaned back in his chair to focus on his phone.
I fiddled with my phone in my hand as I waited for him to make the pl
