"I thought as much," I replied with resignation, shaking my head in mild exasperation. "Practice what you preach, Dave." With that, I resumed walking, heading towards the mini bar to grab a drink while he made his way into the kitchen.
As I poured myself a glass of whiskey, I pulled out my phone from my pocket and scrolled through my contacts. Stopping at Clara's number, I hesitated for a moment before dialing. The phone rang, and I placed it to my ear.
"Damien?" she answered, and I couldn't help but smile involuntarily at the sound of her voice. It had a way of brightening my mood. "Are you on your way already?"
I am suppose to pick her up so we can head to the airport today. We will be leaving for Italy today in regards to the wedding. “I am about to leave my house.” Isn’t she ready y
