“Okay, I’m wiped out. If there’s nothing else we need to discuss tonight, I’m going to bed.” I need some time to decompress from my day. “I’m right behind you. My feet haven’t hurt this bad since we stood in line for that Taylor Swift concert back in high school.” “Oh, God. Don’t remind me,” I groan. “We spent all damn night out there.” “Yeah, but it was so worth it.” “Hell yeah, it was. Night, honey. I’ll see you in the morning.” “Night, Isa.” When I fall back onto my bed, arms spread wide, my limbs no longer feel as leaden as they did upon exiting Christiano’s penthouse apartment. I’m exhausted but encouraged. And when my mind drifts to Zeno and his anticipated bride, the irony draws a humorless chuckle from my belly. Did any of the men present at dinner realize that Ari is into women? I
