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Yana practically barrels into my room, dragging a huge tote behind her.
“Okay, Tilly, mission pack the cutest Paris wardrobe ever is officially on,” she announces, flopping onto my bed. “Your travel outfitwillbe his hoodie because you have to be comfortable.”
“Duh.” I laugh.
She walks up to my wardrobe like she did when we were going to New York and gets to work.
“Here, this is essential. This scarf. You cannot go to Paris without one. It’s the law.”
I drape the scarf around my neck, walking like I’m in a fashion show. “Okay, I like it.”
Yana plopped down on the floor beside me, dramatically crossing her legs. “I am helping you achieve greatness, Tilly. It’s my job as your fashion advisor-slash-bestie. Also, let’s be honest, I want Luca to gag when he sees you every morning, looking stunning as always.”
I laugh, tugging on a pair of jeans. “I don’t know if he’s even going to notice anything but my face.”
“I promise I’ll kill him for you if he doesn’t compliment you every second,” she says, smirking.
“Would you actually kill him, though?” I look at her, unconvinced, because we all love each other in a way.
“Well, no, but I can promise all I want because Iknowhe will. Luca’s a lost man already, so I don’t have to worry about anything.”
I groan, rolling my eyes but smiling. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“I can,” she says. “And you love it, because talking about him is your favorite sport at this point.”
I look at her, feeling slightly shy. “Okay… yeah, maybe.”
“See? I knew it.” She leans closer, whispering conspiratorially, “Honestly, Tilly, you have to take full advantage of your situation. He’s your boyfriend, and I know for a fact he would find a way to float on the ocean and let you walk on him if you asked. Don’t let him go. Not now, not ever.”
My chest warms, and I fiddle with a pair of socks. “Come on, I have to be fair.”
Yana smirks, nudging me with her elbow. “You do you, but if I had a man like that, I wouldn’t hold back. Definitely not about a silly compliment.”
I smile, because it’s true. He would find a way to let me walk on top of this earth if I asked him to.
“Anyway, back to packing.”
We stay in my room for ages, acting like she’s my own stylist and I’m about to walk the catwalk.
I am so excited I can’t put it into words.
This year is my year, apparently, because I’m casually ticking off my whole travel list.
“I am so happy for you, Tilly-bean. You look so happy with him.”
I smile, tucking my favorite hoodie into my bag. “I am happy, and I feel so grateful. Everything is going right, and I could not be more obliged.”
She looks at me, absolutely thrilled, and I get a warm feeling in my heart.
“I think we’re done for now.”
“For now,” she says, sitting up. “But remember, Tilly, don’t ever let him underappreciate you. You deserve the world and absolutely nothing less.”
Chapter 29
Luca
