Matteo angrily eyed the whiskey bottle in his hand, as if it was entirely the bottle’s own fault for being empty.
Sighing, he leaned back on his couch, releasing his hold on the bottle and letting it fall on the floor. Thankfully, he had thick carpets, so it didn’t break. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He tried to get drunk to forget his misery, but it was still there, lingering in the back of his mind, giving him a headache.
At least the buzz he had going on allowed him to laugh about his situation. Granted, it was more of a hysterical laughter than anything else, but he’d take it nonetheless. So close. He had gotten so close to getting married without the complications of finding his soulmate, but no, Aurora had to show up just a few weeks before, in Milan no less, after
