Marianna’s POV
It was hilarious how he pretended to be scared of Antonia. Or maybe he wasn’t? She could be scary, only hiding it from me.
The world around me danced as I was climbing the stairs. I guess I wasn’t as sober as I thought. If I was, I would also be scared.
I entered the room dreaming about a hot shower and a cozy bed.
“Marianna!” Antonia’s voice was pitch, scratching through my foggy state of happiness. I looked at her with an innocent smile. OK, it was probably just a goofy smile, but I did my best. “You are drunk.”
“Maybe…” I stammered. Not because I was drunk. It was this strange feeling. I knew I had it before, but couldn’t name or place it.
“You are irresponsible, you don’t know the guy and get drunk in his presence.”
“Antonia.” I tried to interrupt her, but she was
