Chapter 28
Luna's POV
I always hated Stefano from the beginning.
It wasn't until today that I had a solid reason to.
If not for him, I would've written my name on that bitch's face with that kitchen knife.
I knew I would not be able to calm down until I got some alcohol into my system, so I went over to this girls only party a friend invited me to.
I'd stayed hours here, and I was getting tired. Everyone was having the time of their lives, but I was drinking to forget the fact that Enzo was marrying a cheap whore over me.
I was about to leave when I got a call from an unknown number.
"Hello? Who's this?", I questioned, but the music from the party was too loud.
The reception was also bad, so I decided to get out of the building to get some network.
I usually didn't take calls from unknown numbers, but I assumed that it was a contact from Barcelona asking me to help them for their fashion show, or a television channel asking for an interview.
