It was around three o'clock in the nothing when Marco got home and he hadn't still heard from his fiancee or not.

He knew he had every right to be worried and as he walked over to the house, he prepared to get himself scolded. As planned, he had driven Louis home, he had been very drunk, then, he had gone back to the club to get his own car before heading home.

He wished his head didn't ache him that much and didn't have quite a reason to think that out that way. As he entered the house, he was so shocked by what he saw. Thalia was sleeping...