The trip to the rehearsal party didn't go so well. Poppy started getting sick again and had laid in Roman's arms the entire way, crying into his shoulder. Finally getting herself together, she managed to get inside the venue while Roman and his men hid out of sight in nearby surveillance vans.
"What's she doing?" he asked, trying to look at the monitor over Anton's shoulder.
Pushing him away, the man grumbled, "Dude, get off my back and relax. She's just going to the restroom. I'm sure she needs to clean up after getting sick. Did you call the doctor for her?"
"What do you care?" he said, pushing his friend out of the way of the screen that showed the camera that was affixed to her dress.
"I don't. I just can't stand seeing this girl barfing every hour on the hour. Maybe she's not crazy. Maybe she's dehydrated and has a bug or something."
"Whatever," Roman mumbled. "Just watch the monitor. I'm going to send Giorgio to get a better view. He's undercover as a waiter."
