Chapter 54
- Lana
- God, those pastries were unreal. I would recognize La Dolce Vita Bakery anywhere. The taste still lingered, sweet and rich, sitting heavy in my chest. The fact that the idiot went all the way to Bellavista just to get my breakfast makes my jaw tighten. A low sound of frustration hums in my throat as I sweep mascara over my lashes, slow and careful.
- I hate him.