And then, before we can object, she just laughs and walks away.
“Are seriously we doing this?” I ask Daniel, leaning forward so he can hear my whisper.
He glances for a moment at his dad, who studies us with chagrin as Natalia moves back to his side. “I think we have to,” he murmurs as Kent gives us a small nod.
I groan and slump back into my chair, not wanting to do this at all.
Honestly, I liked the pattern that we’d set up in the past few weeks – waking up with Kent, riding my horse, plotting with Daniel, and then back through the wardrobe? It was nice.
But leave it to Natalia to throw a wrench in the plans.
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“Bowling?” I murmur as we pass through the door into what I actually admit is an incredibly chic two-lane vintage bowling alley in the basement of one of the city’s best restaurants. You can tell it’s been lovingly maintained and that the rest of the room has been designed thoughtfully as a complementary cocktail lounge.
“We are youths,” Daniel says, smirking down at me. “Youths like the bowling, remember? At least, in Natalia’s mind.”
I sigh and fiddle with the engagement ring on my left hand, looking around anxiously.
We’re some of the last to arrive, and I see that there are already about twenty people here. I’ve met some of them, while others are complete strangers. But my eyes go, of course, directly to the blonde at the back corner of the bar, speaking intently with a dark-haired girl I don’t know.
“The Russian dolls are here,” Daniel murmurs to me as we step further into the room. I smirk at our nickname for the five daughters of the Russian mob boss I’ve never met. “And they’re incoming…” he continues.
I rip my eyes away from Ivan to the group of girls headed right towards us, Mila at their head.
“Mila!” I say cheerfully, stepping forward and intercepting her, not letting her make the first move and ignore me as she did last time. “So good to see you again.”
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