Dante’s POV
I left Aria after an hour and fifty-eight minutes.
I wanted to stay the night—to wrap my arms around her and just be in the moment. To forget about our responsibilities, about Marco, and about how, if I didn’t come up with a plan before their wedding day, I was doomed.
I kissed her on her forehead and left the house.
I got back to my father’s house in the very last moments of the party and managed to greet some important guests before slipping away with a bottle of vodka in my hands.
I thought I was stealthy enough, but I clearly wasn’t, since Eleanor intercepted me on my way to my room.
“Look who it is,” she said, folding her arms, and I internally groaned.
I wished I had gone home entirely or that I had taken up my father’s offer of private quarters when he offered.
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