VALENTINA looked up when the door of the doctor’s office she was in, opened. She was currently in the Luna Valfari General Hospital, the nearest hospital where their event was held. Her personal doctor who was working here let her used her office as she went outside and help. Kirsten ‘Kit’ Hanks, her executive assistant came in along with Petros Ducali, her head of security. Both of their faces were grim and she felt her stomach tightened again for whatever news she was going to hear from them.
“How’s Helena?” she asked in a steady voice. It wasn’t the time for Kirsten to see how devastated she was because if there was someone who had been most affected, it would be her.
Helena Fontana was her best friend, a bright and bubbly woman with chocolate-brown hair and eyes, while she met Kirsten in college. Both of these women were with her ever since she started her political career and through the years, she saw how the relationship of these two changed from friends to lovers. And although
