Chapter 18

ANDREA'S POV “Another dress, Julia? You spoil me.” I was holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder as I held my magnificent new dress up, admiring it through the plastic. I kicked the door of the car shut with my leg and headed towards the elevator. “Was it delivered like I asked?!” she squealed. I winced, smiling at her delight but wishing I could move the phone a few meters away from my ear. Julia Rossi was my best friend back in Italy and one of the best designers in Europe. “Yep,” I said, chuckling as I stepped into the elevator. “Why did you have the manager lie about where it came from, Julia? You make the best dresses the whole of Europe has ever seen.” Julia laughed. “Well, yes, but aren't you waiting till your big opening night to show yourself at the Hunting Festival? Wearing an exclusive custom-made Julia Rossi on that side of the world would raise eyebrows and set a whole kennel of private investigators on your tail.” she paused, getting distracted for a bit. “Wearing Ave