Diora.
Stirring the steaming pot of wine-based Coq Au Vin sauce, I shut the lid and reduced the heat oozing beneath the pot. I pushed a stray strand of my hair that was sticky to my skin behind my ear, strolling towards the kitchen Island to pick up my half-filled glass of red wine.
I took a long sip, my eyes catching the screen of my phone light up with a caller ID on display. I glared at the screen, my grip tightening on my wine glass. I hissed through clenched teeth, turning it off.
It was Marco.
He has been blowing up my phone repeatedly and it was beginning to get so annoying. I didn't have anything to say to him. I didn't think I ever would. I was so mad at myself that it took me this long to figure out that I never knew this man. The signs had been right there in front of me but
