In the limo

Chapter 30

BIANCA’S POV

This wasn’t the limo Richard had arranged for to ride me home after our dinner date at Dinnos. Although they were nearly the same dark creamy colour, this one was fancier, more luxurious and comfortable. It had great mood lighting, top-notch entertainment systems, fresh-smelling leather seats, and even a mini bar which was well-stocked with a selection of soft drinks, water, wines, spirits and champagne. The partition between us and the chauffeur was up for privacy. I believe Richard got this just for the wedding. How sweet of him.

I buckled up my seatbelt, ready for the ride. The chauffeur hopped in, started the engine, revved it up, and drove us out of the hotel and onto the road.

Richard was about to grab a bottle of vodka and two glasses from the well-stocked mini-bar when I stopped him.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” I asked, staring at him in confusion and disbelief.

I didn’t mean it in a bad way, but after all that happened at the dinner table, I