CHAPTER 115
KATYA'S POV
The door clicked shut behind me, and only then did I let out the breath I'd been holding. My palms were still clammy from standing in that office with those two guests, especially the girl with the perfect hair and perfect everything.
She looked like she belonged in Romeo's world. Meanwhile, I was just… me. The assistant who kept cleaning supplies in the corner of his office like some kind of maid squirrel.
I exhaled again, trying to shake off the weird tightness in my chest. Send Mr. Antonio, he'd said.
Right. Assigned task. Easy.
My foot slapped softly against the hallway floor as I walked, counting each step like it would calm me down.
It didn't. I could still see that girl in my head — the way she smiled confidently, like she already knew she was wanted.
Like she walked through life assuming she fit wherever she went. Where wasn't I like that? She's a girl sad as me but why did she look so much better than me.
