Chapter 67
NIKOLAJ'S POV
I waited across the street exactly where Rheia had demanded I be. It took nearly fifteen minutes of checking my watch before I finally spotted Georgia heading my way.
She was darting glances in every direction, clearly terrified of being caught, but I couldn't look away from her. She was breathtaking.
Her brown hair had a perfect bounce as she hurried along, navigating the pavement in heels that looked like they were custom-made for her. The dress was a masterpiece—it hugged her curves perfectly before flaring at the hip. That specific shade of pink made her skin glow under the afternoon sun, and the oversized white beret added a touch of effortless charm. As she got closer, nervously twisting the strap of her small white bag, I noticed she'd put on just a bit of makeup.
"Rheia did all of this," she blurted out the second she reached me.
"What?" I blinked, not expecting that to be her opening line.
