Talia’s POV
It didn’t take long for Marissa’s spirit to lift as we talked and laughed over a bottle of champagne.
There were moments where I felt she was ready to tell me about her run-ins with Matteo but she decided against it and I couldn’t fault her for that. Everyone had secrets they’d rather take to the grave and as long as she could take care of herself, I wouldn’t need to bother too much.
“Did you have a good time in Paris, Talia?” Marissa asked as she took a sip from the glass cup in her hand.
“I did. It was my first time outside the country and it was a splendid experience. I knew your brother was wealthy and well connected but seeing him amongst foreign dignitaries, I understood I had been limiting the scope to how influential he was.” I gushed.
“You haven’t seen half of
