Dante’s POV
Aria and Gianna came back just in time for our drinks to arrive. I had ordered mocktails for the entire table, and Marco didn’t seem too pleased with it.
As a matter of fact, he had been grumpy the entire dinner.
I “wondered” why.
“Oh, mocktails. Fun,” Gianna said, taking a seat. Aria followed suit.
“The food was really good. I thought we should balance it out with some drinks. Aria, I hope you don’t mind?” I asked her, and she shook her head.
“No, it’s fine. Thank you.”
Marco folded his arms as he watched us, not uttering a single word. His drink remained untouched.
“Marco, we have a lot to discuss. Why don’t we go outside and smoke some cigars? I have a couple in my car,” I suggested.
He arched an eyebrow at me.
“We should leave the women to talk,” I added, standing
