Zita's POV
"You've had enough, keep it together," He whispered in a firm voice.
I giggled again. I was in a daze, but I knew that he was the one from his voice. He finally noticed me.
"Why do you care, Dario?" I slurred softly, trying to take another shot, but he stopped me.
"Leave me the hell alone and go be with her," I said again, pointing to nowhere in particular.
"Don't embarrass yourself, Zita, you are taking too much," He said through clenched teeth.
"Look who is talking about embarrassment." I laughed with a tipsy chuckle, "You didn't even care that I was here, you just sat there, unbothered, staring at her, because you enjoyed it."
He didn't say anything for a second, just stared at me, and the room tilted slightly behind him.
I never drank too much becau
