Chapter 28: A Little Chat With Rafe

It's moments like this that remind me of just how screwed up this arrangement with Luca is. Luca and I might stand here with our hands all over each other, but in reality we're almost strangers - we know so little about each other.

"I might go grab myself a drink," I tell Luca. "Would you like anything?"

"I'll grab us drinks, love," he says. "I wouldn't be a gentleman if - "

"Nonsense. You and your brother are talking. I'll be right back." I stand up on my toes and kiss him on the cheek. Then I turn to Dante and Ashlyn. "Would either of you like anything?"

They both decline, and then I finally have the chance to slip away through the crowd.

There are waiters walking through the room with trays of champagne, but there's also a bar in the far corner. I head there. I order a dirty martini for Luca - his usual drink when we're out together - and a seltzer water with lime for myself. Part of me longs to have something alcoholic, just to get me through this party, but I've already had m