It’s been an hour or two since we arrived at the club, and Aurora is now completely drunk, barely able to stand on her own two feet. We’re waiting outside for Stefano to pick us up, the cool night air a welcome respite from the stuffy, smoke-filled interior of the club. I had called him earlier, knowing that neither of us was in any condition to drive.
Throughout the night, Aurora didn’t bring up the forced marriage again, and I found myself wondering if I should tell Stefano about it. I know he would try to handle it in his own way, but I couldn’t see the situation ending well, no matter what he did. At the same time, the thought of Aurora being forced to marry someone against her will made my stomach churn with unease.
I’m snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of a car pulling up in
