Page 15 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

“Fine,” she budged.

“Thank you.”

She muttered something under her breath, but I couldn’t make out what it was.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

I smiled. Fiona must have grumbled about how I crushed her vibe. It was funny, considering that usually, she was the party pooper, not me.

She continued, “Anyway, since you’ve decided to be such a buzz kill, I’ll just play your game.”

I chuckled softly.

“My cousin—you know, the one I told you about, who’s a famous artist?”

My eyes widened at this point, and I was immediately more receptive. “Wait, Caspian Nightingale?”

“Oh, now you’re interested,” she teased.

“Come on, you know how much I love his art,” I said, my whole body buzzing with anticipation for what she had to say.

Caspian Nightingale was a very famous artist in the city of New York. His skills were out of this world, and I admired all of his achievements. Why wouldn’t I? He was good at what he did and was where I’d always wanted to be. I truly loved his work, and oftentimes, I drew my inspiration from his pieces.

The guy was really talented.

“Fi, talk to me,” I said, my voice raising in my excitement.

“Okay, so he’s having an exclusive gallery display this Friday, and guess what? We’re going!” Fiona exclaimed.

I gasped, just about ready to jump for joy. “Shut the front door!”

She laughed. “I’m serious!”

“Oh, my God, that’s great news!” Smiling from ear to ear, I couldn’t contain my feelings.

“I know, right?”

“Honestly, I still haven’t gotten over his last exhibition yet; it was so breathtaking.” I tossed myself into my chair, my heart soaring.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” she replied with a sigh. “Wanna know what I heard?”

Knowing Fiona, she must have wiggled her brows mischievously while asking me that. Like I said, gossip buddy.

“What did you hear?” I asked, shifting in my seat.

She hesitated before giving her reply, allowing the suspense to hit me first. “He’s been working on some new pieces, and they say they’re even better than the last ones.”

“That's so cool,” I declared. “Fi, we have to look our best. This sounds like it’s going to be a big event.”

“I know, and it’s going to be super amazing, too.”

“I really can’t wait, Fi.” I was already imagining the vibrant art and the bustling gallery atmosphere.

“Me, neither,” she said. “Okay, so what’re you gonna wear? Because honestly, that’s not really my mojo.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” I assured her.

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