Chapter 8

The weird feeling in my stomach started to grow the longer I stared at the sleeping beauty next to me. She leaned her head against the window, her eyelids closed, her mouth in a small pout as her chest raised slowly up and down every time she took a breath.

She looked serene, peaceful, even-tempered. Nothing like the girl from this morning. God, she was throwing such a fit about clothes. And then she even mentioned Veronika. I know that she knew about Veronika because it's all over the gossips. I never thought she would believe them. Gossips are gossips. Every celebrity, influencer, or model knows that. Even though Nicole didn't fall in any of those categories, she was the only heir of the Vargas hotel chains which makes her the perfect target for gossips.

Nicole seemed tired. After we had brunch at the Bruvette, she was very hungry may I add. Probably that's because she hadn't had breakfast in the morning, because of the tantrum she was throwing. I don't