FIORELLA’S POV
My heart skipped a beat.
The waiter returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, luckily, giving me enough time to gather my thoughts.
Rhys motioned for him to leave when he attempted to open the bottle.
As soon as we were alone, Rhys opened it himself and poured the contents into the glasses.
I lifted mine and drank everything in one go to build up my courage.
Rhys didn’t complain.
He just refilled my glass.
“You haven’t answered my question,” he said.
I took a long sip of wine. “The waiter interrupted me.”
“He’s gone now.”
I turned away from him and stared at nothing in particular. “It’s none of your concern.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
I still didn’t look at him. “I don’t want to.”
I didn’t like talking about the past, and definitely not
