Another four days pass without a word.
Despite receiving good morning, goodnight, and various other quaint texts from Lucius every day, I've been able to straighten myself out a bit. Four days is enough time for me to shake off whatever weird feelings my secret meeting with him stirred inside me.
…Enough time to remember who he is, who I am, and why nothing so sincere should happen again.
By the fourth morning, it's almost believable.
Then Dante bursts into my office without knocking, grinning like trouble in a suit. He tosses a brochure onto my desk. The cover gleams gold: Rossi di Velmont — Spring Release & Charity Gala.
"Don't tell me you forgot," he says, looking down his nose at me.
"I tried to," I sigh, taking the brochure and immediately dropping it into the bin at my feet.
I'm not really in the mood to go and taste wine, but whatever. When am I ever happy to do something these days?
