ANDREA'S POV
“Another dress, Julia? You spoil me.” I was holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder as I held my magnificent new dress up, admiring it through the plastic.
I kicked the door of the car shut with my leg and headed towards the elevator.
“Was it delivered like I asked?!” she squealed. I winced, smiling at her delight but wishing I could move the phone a few meters away from my ear. Julia Rossi was my best friend back in Italy and one of the best designers in Europe.
“Yep,” I said, chuckling as I stepped into the elevator.
“Why did you have the manager lie about where it came from, Julia? You make the best dresses the whole of Europe has ever seen.”