Chapter 16 - The Mature Decision
Lucy's POV
Music is blaring in my room as I nurse my second glass of wine, from the second bottle. Yeah, I would like to blame a certain dark haired someone for the shitty situation I am in, that requires me to drink this red vintage, but this is all me. The Italian devil and his f****d up ways of thinking and acting are the last thing on my mind at the moment.
Asia. I look at the world map on my computer zooming in an out, looking the geography of different countries. I could do, but then I would rather not. No disrespect, but with my way of carrying myself, and my French accent, I would stand out too much and I doubt it would be in a flattering way.
I linger a little longer over the Arabic countries. They are wealthy, and clubs pop up like mushrooms
