I’m standing in Raul’s guest room, staring at the dress I bought. I kind of passed by the store and picked it up while we were driving here last night. It’s gorgeous, no doubt, but it doesn’t take away the thoughts swirling in my head. What am I even doing? When I suggested Alessandro take me out on a date, it was in the heat of the moment. I needed to say something to distract him from asking me not to leave the country. Now that the day is here, I’m dreading every minute as it approaches.
There’s someone perched on the edge of the bed, grinning like she’s known me forever—Emilia, Raul’s fiancée. Her energy is warm but almost overwhelming. I get that she’s excited to meet me and wants to bond, but I didn’t necessarily want her in the room while I’m getting ready for the date. I couldn’t
