Dante's POV
She smiles at me widely, and I already know it's being powered by the alcohol, her movements are slow and funny.
The waiter walks towards us with our food and the light in her eyes shines brightly in the dark room, she could almost convince me to start falling in love with her.
I shake my head, removing that thought from my head. It's a contract marriage, it's one of convenience, I can't go around falling in love with her when Grace still occupies my thoughts.
"The food is divine, I don't know if it's just me or the alcohol," she says, giggling loudly after, a huge proud grin on her face.
"Is this what you do all the time? Go to restaurants, get drunk, and go back home?" I raise a brow at her
"And is carrying a stick up your ass 24/7 what you do all the time?" She says wi
