ALINA
Vincent quickly reached for his handkerchief and wrapped it around my hand to stop the bleeding before helping me to my feet.
“We will have to reschedule this dinner.”
Vera stood to her feet too, looking very worried. “Is she okay? Who breaks a wineglass with their bare hands?”
“Did I say anything triggering?” Jeremy asked, his face stoic.
I shook my head. “I have been distracted lately with business and everything going on in my life.” I lied, forcing a small smile. “I sincerely apologize for ruining this dinner, Vera.”
She waved me off. “Go get your hand treated.”
Vincent led me out of the restaurant and into the car, carefully helping me into the back seat before instructing the driver to take us to the hospital.
He didn’t say another word to me until we arrived at the hos
