Chapter Thirteen

NATASHA

“Which one do you think suits me better?” I asked Olivia, walking out of the closet in just a towel while holding two dresses up. I needed her thoughts on what to wear.

Oh! I knew what this looked like. I had never been fussy about what I wore. But for some reason, I wanted to care, just a teeny tiny bit, about how I looked.

I was going to fucking Italy!

I would be leaving the continent and flying my ass all the way to Europe on a mission that could very well get me killed.

Who could blame me for wanting to enjoy just a bit of luxury?

Olivia laid on my bed, throwing popcorn into her mouth as she studied the dresses in my hands. She had spent the night in my room after dinner. We stayed up until two in the morning, talking shit about people. She had worked with Luca for five years.

Five!

And yet, that jackass seemed oblivious to her feelings. At least that was what she told me. Anyone could sport Olivia's crush on him from a mile