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This is stupid.
As soon as I find a job, I’ll get a psychologist to help me figure out if what I feel for Viktor is real.
It sure feels real.
Letting out a sigh, I glance at my luggage I still have to unpack. I only brought a couple of books. Viktor will send the rest with Luna once I’m ready.
Find a job so Luna can join you in New York. She’ll make everything better.
Pulling out my phone again, I open Google and search for jobs. I don’t have any experience, which makes it really hard.
Maybe you should study a short course to help you get a job?
I search for courses, and seeing a couple in the beauty industry makes my eyebrow rise.
I could do that.
I call the school that offers the course, and when the lady tells me the next course starts the day after tomorrow, excitement trickles into my chest.
Ending the call, a smile tugs at my lips. The course is a start in the right direction.
Feeling hopeful, I get up and start to unpack my luggage. The closet is much smaller than I’m used to, so I pick the most practical clothing and leave the rest in the bags.
A knock at the front door has my head snapping up and my heart hammering in my chest.
Don’t get your hopes up. It’s probably the landlord.
Not wanting to just open the door to anyone, I call out, “Who is it?”
“Alissa.”
My lips part in a gasp, and my eyes widen with surprise. I quickly unbolt the door and yank it open. “Oh. My. God.”
“Surprise,” she says with the cute smile I remember. “Mrs. Caruso told me you’re back and renting the apartment above her restaurant, so I rushed right over.”
“It’s been so long,” I cry as I dart forward to hug the girl who was the only friend I ever had. “God, I missed you.”
Her arms wrap around me. “I missed you too.”
We hold each other for a long moment before I let go and invite her inside.
“Tell me everything I’ve missed,” she says as she sits down on the couch.
“There’s a lot to tell,” I chuckle. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Please.” She glances around the tiny apartment, then tilts her head. “I have to ask why you’re living here?”
“It’s affordable.”
A frown furrows her brow. “But your family is wealthy.” She gives me a comforting smile.
Alissa’s father is one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra, so she knows what kind of lifestyle I’m used to as we come from the same world.
As I stir the warm liquid, I shake my head. “Not anymore.”
I hand a cup to Alissa and sit down next to her.
“What do you mean, not anymore?”
