Dante's POV
I couldn’t get Marco’s “little” remark out of my head. It made me question the way Aria looked when I told her she was beautiful—like it meant something to her, like she wanted to hear it. I hadn’t thought too much about it at the time, but when I saw her freeze up at Marco’s comment, I knew there was something else going on. But I couldn’t bring it up, and it killed me.
The comment bothered me until I got back home. I went straight to my kitchen, grabbed a glass, and poured myself some wine.
The excessive drinking I had been doing recently wasn’t good for my body, but it was the only thing I had to turn to. The past three days had been an absolute mess, and I felt like I was going crazy.
I needed something to silence my thoughts.
“How was the meeting?” Gianna asked, appea
