“Why did you marry Gabriella if you didn’t love her?” I shot back at him, rendering him speechless.
He didn’t answer me. Instead he downed three other shots in a row. For a moment there, I thought he wouldn’t stop. But it was understandable that he wanted to be intoxicated as much as possible. Because getting drunk is the only way for someone to spill their deepest and darkest secrets to someone, a stranger at that.
“When you grow up and see more of the world, you’ll realize why your parents married. It wasn’t because of true love, sorry to break your daydream sweetheart.” He maliciously said, his sweet, gentlemanly act that he’d been playing this past evening over in the span of a second.
“My mother’s dead.” I blatantly told him, downing 5 shots in a row to the amazement of both Dennis
