Marco POV
I didn’t expect to see her. Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to be in the city tonight.
“s**t,” I muttered, not even looking down.
“It’s really you, I missed you”
The voice wasn’t familiar at first. Till I turned to see a familiar face.
Veronica Russo. The daughter of Darlington Russo.
My ex fiancée. She stood in front of me in a tight gold dress, her lipstick smudged, eyes glossy with alcohol and something else—regret, maybe. She leaned in; her breath sweet with wine.
“Do you remember the last time we saw each other?”
“Barely.”
She giggled. “Of course, you do. You left me at that fundraiser with your father ranting about ‘disrespect.’” Her tone soured.
I didn’t answer.
She stumbled to the streetlight glow, blinked a few times. “You look… you look more handsome than the la
