Be careful, the pov is different and will be an equally different writing style 😉
Mia Bianchi
I watch bored as people in the lounge laugh and joke as I sit in the corner in the makeshift party bar after the ceremony, fiddle with the olive toothpick of my martini while watching my brother and... his wife?
It's so strange, given everything they've been through they deserve it, they've experienced more tragedies in these last six months than in their entire lives, and I know it's not over for them.
Irina and Noah seem happy, one in each other's arms while talking to Lorenzo, my brother did the ceremony that married them, how cute!
I roll my eyes at my own thought as I snort, resting my elbow on the counter and my chin on my hand.
My gaze darts towards the window overlooking the garden
