Enzo's POV
"How are you feeling?" I asked, glancing down at Mia when I noticed she gripped my hand so tightly.
"I'm fine," Mia said with a false smile "I could use another drink though,"
I chuckled "Alcohol is not the answer to confidence Mia," But I wouldn't refuse a sparkling champagne right now.
I knew Mia wasn't fine, but through her stubbornness she would never admit it. I could see in her body language she was uncomfortable. They way she gripped my hand as we passed through the parting crowd of people, I realised Mia was guiding us to the bar.
"Vodka and coke and..." Mia turned to face me, waiting for my drink order. I twisted my face slightly as I watched the American woman leaning over the bar as she yelled her orders to the bar staff.
I released a groan, while
