Marry my best friend
Natalie’s POV
If this was supposed to be a fake date, someone forgot to tell my heartbeat.
The Box had come alive around us — a blur of gold light, laughter, and pulsing bass. Whatever nerves I’d had before had melted away into the rhythm of the room. Luciano was in his element — charming, calm, the perfect date. Every time I laughed, he looked at me like I was saying the funniest thing in the world.
The plan was working. Carte Blanche was still at the bar, pretending not to watch us, but his phone had been up more than once. We were getting his attention.