Ginevra
“What does that even mean?”
“It means that you are playing with me.”
My eyes widen, and I push myself out of his hold.
Very sublime and not suspicious at all.
I am prepared to grab Nina and run off the dance floor, but stop as I see her discussing with Mr. Happy-Smile.
Just what the f**k is going on?
“Nina?!”
She holds up her hand to my face, growling.
“Not now, Gin. And what makes that a me-problem?”
Oops.
I turn around as she shouts at him, and he answers her something in a similar manner. Pushing through the crowd panicky, I turn to walk into the small hall where the restrooms are, but just as I’m about to slow down, Ruggerio bumps into me, having me turn around.
“What the hell, Ginevra? You know exactly which party I was talking about, don’t you?”
With the music fa
