Natalie Rushman Natasha Romanoff นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My gaze trailed up, and I was met with deep dark brown and warm eyes which were directed at me. My God, the Rossi's genes were insane. Dante’s sister looked a lot like him. It almost felt like I was staring at an older version of Belle. I stood up from my seat, a smile on my face as I walked over to greet them. We exchanged pleasantries, and she waved me off with a laugh before I could add “ma’am” to her name. “Please, just call me Natasha, or Nat. Preferably the latter,” her smile was wide and bright enough that no one could miss it.