Xlii-drunk

Raffa's POV

"We're here," I announced when we arrived at the hotel where the wedding reception was held.

I smiled because we got safe. I'm not really nervous about driving but when he gets different.

"Are you sure we're still here?" He asked.

My forehead was very wrinkled. "What are you talking about? Most likely, let's go,"

"Okay," he concluded. I thought he was going to go, because of what he thought.

We got out of the car and got into the hotel, the event was good and on the grand floor. It was half the grand floor, so Calli's thousands of guests fit in.

The 5 Star Hotel...