~ALINA’S POV~
The office smelled faintly of expensive ink and polished wood, and I couldn’t help but sigh with relief as I closed the folder in front of me.
“Tired already?” Giulia’s voice chimed from across the table, her stiletto heels propped unprofessionally on the edge.
“You’ve been back for what? A week?”
“Excuse me,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Some of us actually work.”
She snorted. “Girl, please. You’ve been glowing since your little reconciliation. Don’t act like work is your biggest stress right now.”
I smiled in spite of myself. She was right. I had been glowing and a certain tall, brooding Italian mafia don had something to do with that.
We packed our things and walked out of the office together, and as soon as we hit the elevators, she looped her arm in mine like she always did.
Her perfume was loud and sugary, her red nails catching the elevator light as she flicked a hair out of her eyes.
“So,” she started as we stepped out of Ali’s Holding and into the car, “ha
