Delilah poured herself a glass of wine, her hands trembling slightly as the ruby liquid swirled into the glass.
She took a deep breath and steadied herself before taking a sip, her lips pressing tightly against the rim as she fought the gnawing sensation in her chest.
"How could I have been so stupid?" she thought, almost chuckling as her mind replayed the conversation over and over.
Marco’s sharp tone, the disappointment in his eyes—it all haunted her.
The room felt cold despite the warm atmosphere.
Delilah wrapped her free arm around her torso, her hand gripping her side tightly.
The glass met her lips again, and this time, she drank deeply, letting the burn distract her from the ache inside.
Delilah refilled the wine glass. She raised it to her lips, ready to drink again.
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