Dario's POV
Zita was already dressed, and she looked stunning.
I saw her and almost forgot how angry I was. But then I remembered that just a few hours before, I walked in on Zita and Andrew laughing as if they'd known each other forever.
That image has remained in my memory ever since. The way she smiled at him was so free and comfortable... I was certain I had never seen her like that while she was near me.
That's what stung the most.
She walked over slowly, her expression unreadable, but she looked good. Too good.
I opened the car door for Zita without saying a word. She entered without looking at me. I didn't care, she didn't have to. The tension was sufficient.
I entered the other side of the car when I heard him.
"Yo! There you are, bro! You're leaving me?"
