Seeing my rival in the flesh was an event that hadn't let me sleep the entire night. I'd tossed and turned in my bed like a fucking rat on a wheel doing laps to burn off birthday cake calories or some shit along those lines.
My mind wouldn't stop asking questions and it definitely wouldn't slow down enough for me to order my thoughts enough to string those questions into tangible sentences. There was so much about the past four years that wasn't making sense to me and no matter how much I tried to fill in the gaps, I needed to hear the answers from Katarina herself.
That feeling of excitement stayed with me as my driver pulled into the restaurant and parked the car. Were my palms sweating?
The Sicilian sun was beating down on the island with relentless rays, pairing with the sea's condensation to permeate the Mediterranean air with enough heat and humidity to take away all feeling of October. It was uncharacteristically hot, even for Italy.
