Chapter 19

It’s been a week since Alice’s wedding. I am so glad that nothing bad happened to anyone during those days. I was so worried that the Russians will come and ruin everything but I guess it’s just my anxiety talking.

Tonight; Richie and I are having dinner at Cappadocia Restaurant; it’s the most amazing restaurant in America. And the invite is almost impossible to get but you know, it can’t be impossible for Richie Moranzino.

I look at my reflection one last time before heading out of the room. I am wearing a black cocktail dress Marta recently designed for me. It’s very beautiful and it fits like a glove, hugging in the right places. It is an off-shoulder gown so it is wrapped around my shoulders, showing my neck which I top up with a simple Cartier necklace. I stepped into a pair of black heels, grabbed my purse, and then head out of the room.

Walking down the stairs, I see Richie pacing around in the living room. "Yes... yes, of course. That will not be happening." Richie says, ta