LUCA
I stood outside the bathroom, fists still clenched at my sides.
Analide stood beside me like a well-meaning shadow. "You really should come with me," she said, slipping her hand around my arm. "My father's expecting you. It's just a quick meeting. A toast and a handshake."
A muscle twitched in my jaw. Was she asking me to meet her father right now? Couldn't she read the room?
Alina was in that bathroom, probably crying with wine all over her dress. The one she glowed in, when she first tried it on, and showed it to me when I came to pick her up.
And Analide thought I cared about some meeting with her father?
I pulled my arm free. "Not now."
She frowned. "But he's waiting."
"I said not now!" I snapped, stepping away. But she followed, hurrying too fast behind
