“Babe,” Alessandro, Chiara’s boyfriend—maybe fiancé—called through the high-rise apartment. He stuck his head into the bedroom, holding up his phone, as if to signal work, and nodded to me. “See you sometime, Roxie.”
workAfter he departed, I followed Chiara into her walk-in closet.
“What do you even wear to a yacht party?” I asked Chiara, flinging through her clothes.
I had actually been surprised that Cristian let me go out with Chiara today while he worked. I hadn’t thought he’d let me out of his sight all day after what happened last night.
Chiara grabbed a couple of bikinis from a dresser and tossed one to me. “This.”
“I’m not going to fit in this,” I said to Chiara, hanging her white string bikini by my finger and narrowing my eyes at her. “If you couldn’t tell, my t**s are bigge
