Diana's POV:
My dreads of the next day at work amounted to nothing.
"What's your rating on the appetizer?" Lucian asked, looking at me through the menu raised up to his face.
"It's bland." I replied. "Our spice mix wasn't used in adequate quantity."
"Yes." He snapped the menu shut.
"The wine is good." I added. "And the steak is perfectly tender."
A waiter immediately appeared at his side. "Sir?"
"Get us more wine."
"It's the middle of the day," I said, making him turn to me.
"Can you get drunk on one bottle of wine?" He asked.
I pursed my lips.
"Go ahead." He said to the waiter.
It's almost noon. It's like the events of last night didn't happen at all. He hasn't brought it up, and as much as I hate to admit it I felt unsettled. With how furious he was last night, I expected
