Leonardo's POV
I sat on the couch with another glass of whiskey in my hand, the bottle on the table almost empty, my head feeling heavy and my body feeling heavier, as the gala replayed in my mind again and again.
I took another sip and the burn felt good, numbing everything underneath it.
The doorbell rang, and I frowned because it was late, too late for anyone, and I stood up slowly with my legs unsteady as I walked to the door and opened it.
Isabetta stood there in a red dress that hugged her body tight with the neckline dipping low, her dark hair falling over one shoulder and her lips painted red, looking at me with soft eyes and a small smile.
"Leonardo," she said, her voice low and sweet. "I heard about tonight. I wanted to check on you."
I leaned against the doorframe. “What
