Talia’s POV
Lorenzo had masterfully gotten out of Marissa’s clutches when she attempted to bombard him with questions about what kind of relationship we had together and I’d been left to face it all.
"Talia!" I suddenly heard my name in an echo and I was slowly pulled out of my reverie.
"Talia" I looked up to see Marissa towering over me, her concerned eyes scanning all over my face.
''Good evening, Marissa. When did you get here?" I asked in a low mutter.
"What do you mean when did I get here? I've been here since last night!" Marissa said, her face pulling into a frown.
Shit. I’d forgotten that after we spent the whole night talking about everything and nothing in particular over a few bottles of red wine, she decided to pass the night in her designated bedroom here at the mansio
