A R I A N A
Dante’s hand felt warm and strong around mine as we walked into the house.
Inside, the party was already loud and crowded. The Russo family knew how to celebrate Dante was pulled away almost immediately handshakes from important-looking men,
Business.
Always business.
He gave my hand a quick squeeze before letting go. "I won't be long," he murmured.
But as he walked away, a familiar loneliness crept in, I didn’t know anyone here not really. This were the Russo’s the most prominent people in New York.
It was Dante’s world
And maybe I didn’t belong in his world.
I found a quiet corner near a large ice sculpture and tried to look busy sipping my champagne, regret clouding my thoughts, I should have stayed back and cooked up some excuse not to go.
I felt it a pair o
