Lorenzo yawned and stretched. He looked out over the city.
“Excuse me?” Mia repeated.
“Bethany brings girls like you around all the time. Trust fund girls, privileged babies who’ve never had to work for anything in their lives.”
“You don’t know what I am and what I’m not.”
“I know enough, princess.”
Without realizing what she was doing, Mia slapped him across the face.
Lorenzo froze, not expecting it.
“Don’t call me princess.”
She stormed off back to the party.
***
Back inside, Mia tried to focus on Alessandro. He was, as usual, surrounded by women, and he seemed to have forgotten her.
Mia noticed the sliding doors open and Lorenzo slip back in. He wouldn’t look at her, and she did her best to ignore him.
Mia sat down next to Bethany.
“How’s it going?” Bethany asked.
“I don’t know. I’m pretty close to calling it a night.”
Bethany looked up at someone who had just walked in—a stunning blonde dressed in leather trousers and a barely-there top. She waved at the newcomer.
“Who’s that?” Mia asked.
“That’s Gabriella. Lorenzo’s sort-of girlfriend.”
“Sort of?”
“They’ve been off and on for years. Seems a little more on at the moment.”
Gabriella noticed Lorenzo talking to a couple of guys in the corner, and went straight up to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck.
Lorenzo turned to see who it was. He gave Gabriella a cold look, and pulled her arms off him. She whispered angrily at him, but Mia couldn’t make out what she was saying.
“Well,” Bethany said.“We’re moving on to another club. Do you want to come with?”
“No. I’m going to head home.”
“Alright, well I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She kissed Mia on the cheek and started rounding up her friends to leave.
Mia grabbed her bag and, glancing back at Lorenzo, walked out.
She took the elevator down to the ground floor and walked out onto the street, happy to be free of mission for the night.
She looked up the nearest subway station on her phone, and started walking towards it.
What Mia didn’t see, was someone following behind her.