ISABELLA
"You should take it easy." I said for the umpteenth time as Sophie poured another shot of tequila into her cup and threw the liquid down her throat.
"Leave me alone. Let me sulk." She whined, pulling the bottle out of my reach.
I hadn't even known there was a damn bar in the house. But my bestfriend had somehow, sniffed it out.
"You shouldn't be getting drunk for something that could be easily resolved if you would just talk to him." I suspected there was more than she was letting on, but abstained from prying further.
"Tomorrow." she pouted. "Today, I want him to feel like I do when he doesn't get a reply." her eyes were glazed over, and it was easy to tell that she was well on her way to falling on her face.
The door opened, and shut. I tensed, hoping it wasn't Matteo, bec
