Marco

The study was dim. I sat behind my desk, the glass of whiskey untouched, staring at nothing. The door swung open without a knock.

“Marco!” Bianca’s voice cut through the stillness.

She waltzed in, a radiant smile on her face. She skipped happily into the room. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said, flopping onto the velvet couch like she owned the place. “You will not believe last night.”

I didn’t respond.

“Six was a mess. Absolutely wrecked. What did you say to him? Whatever it was—bravo.” She clapped once, laughing. “He practically fell into my arms. You should do that again.”

She giggled, eyes dreamy. “We danced,...