Chapter 39

Astria’s POV

As I basked in the satisfaction of his feigned concern, a mischievous smile crept up on my face.

Leaning in closer to him, I whispered into his ear teasingly. “You know, Angelo, you don’t have to pretend to be concerned for me. I can handle my crazy sister just fine.”

His smirk grew wider, and in that moment, the urge to smack him senseless took over me. How could I have ever thought of getting involved with a guy who saw women as nothing more than trophies? I was more than determined now to win that bet

“Babes, come on, you gotta go shopping for this dinner,” Damien said, breaking the tension. “There’s no way you’re meeting your sister in any old dress. Your outfit needs to reflect your confidence.”

“Yes! Damien’s right,” chimed in my friends, Lucy and Layla, their enthusiasm infectious.

It seemed that I needed their help this time, and the idea of them tagging along didn’t sound so bad after all.

“Well, what a