Katerina
“That was really cool,” Eva says the minute I storm into my large bedroom s***h apartment, because no normal bedroom in the world is this big, with a balcony that could fit a small football playground with a hammock of all things, and a bathroom that’s the size of my entire apartment back home. Not to mention the study area, the built in wardrobe and it’s like I could spend my year of self-inflicted exile here, going out only for food every once in a while and never have to see that damn man’s face ever again.
Behind us Juan gently closes the door, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. I am still reeling from everything that happened, actually pissed off. Even the memory of the horrified looks on those people downstairs, the lawyer, the judge and the priest, can’t stop me from
