My hands are twisted anxiously together in the back seat of the car when Nico pulls up to the gates of the Romano house.
“Stop that!” Lucy whispers, reaching over to smack my hands. “You look amazing! It’s all going to be fine!”
I roll my eyes a little at her, not believing it. “You can dress me up head to toe in Prada all you want, Luce,” I murmur. “It doesn’t at all change the fact that I’m completely out of my element.”
Nico surprises me by chiming in.
“Can’t think like that, Bambs,” he says, glancing over his shoulder at me and Lucy gathered together in the back seat. “Born to it or not, you are a part of this world – Christian made that certain. You’re a Donna now – you define the title, not the other way around.”
My spine straightens a little at this unexpected encouragement and
