Mila Finelli

That I’d willingly cross an ocean and marry a man I hadn’t met, just because my father screwed up with some mysterious shipment.

They should have known better.

I walked around to the other side, fury boiling inside me until I nearly choked on it. She had embarrassed me in front of my men. Drawn my blood and made me look weak.

She would pay for this when we arrived home.

“Please. Don’t do this. I will literally freak out.”

This generation. So damn dramatic.