Elijah Vega.
If there’s ever a win that needs a celebration, it’s this one. So instead of heading back home, I decide we bring the party to one of my penthouses. It’s not exactly the intimate moment I wanted with Paloma. I’d give anything to have her all to myself tonight but I also know Eva deserves to feel celebrated too. Man, everyone pulled their weight today even Rodrigo, who looks like he’s running on zero hours of sleep and sheer force of will.
He has been working on the ended exhibition since last year.
Alex comes in with boxes of pizza. I hear someone say Paloma’s gone upstairs to pick a room since we’re all crashing here for the night. I’m just waiting for her to come back downstairs. Waiting like a f*****g i***t.
“Elijah, are you even hearing him?” Rodrigo’s voice slices in
