Nadya’s POV

“I am going to SHIT if he does not show up at this restaurant in the next ten seconds.”

Yulia put her cigarette to her lips, leg bouncing as she sat in the plush pleather seats of Simmons Diner, the family restaurant.

We were in the back in the VIP section. The diner closed for the next week in preparation for the wedding that had apparently been canceled. I sank into my seat in the ...