“I can’t cancel the wedding to Emma.”
Matteo’s words played in her head over and over, but Aurora was too stunned to do anything other than walk to the couch and sit down. Ignoring Matteo, who still stood in the hallway, she grabbed the wine bottle and filled her glass, quietly wondering how her hands were not trembling when she felt anything other than calm right now.
She closed her eyes as she took a sip, forcing herself to concentrate on the pale yellow liquid. The wine wasn’t really cold anymore after standing outside of the fridge for the better part of the last hour, making the distinct feeling of an alcoholic beverage running down her throat more prominent. A slight acidic and tangy burn.
Aurora felt the couch dip next to her as Matteo sat down, and she reluctantly opened her e
