21
AARON
“Romi? You okay?”
She’d been gone for an hour. Luca figured she was just steering clear of Brie’s cooking—and who could have blamed her—but I knew better. Romi was a diva, but she also liked to please people. Her whole childhood, she’d sought her father’s approval without once getting it, and old habits died hard. If she was all right, she’d have come back for dessert.
“No.” The giggle that followed made my gut twist. “Not one little bit.”
I found her sprawled on Brooke’s grey leather couch, her head hanging over one end, and the bottle of red next to her had barely a teaspoon left in the bottom. f**k. f**k, f**k, f**k, she’d found Brooke’s cooking stash. I’d told my sister to get rid of it, to pour it all down the damn sink, but she’d said it would be fine. That Romi had rec
