An hour later, Aurora and I head to the club; I am actually happy she suggested we go to the club because I also need to get drunk. Stefano is becoming more challenging to handle. The way he walked past me earlier makes me feel stupid for kissing him back that day in the elevator.

Once we find a table and take our seats, I don’t waste time asking Aurora what’s wrong because once Alcohol is in my system, I will forget.

“Aurora, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know, and please what I am about to tell you; you have to promise not to tell...