Calm down. Even if you spilled your guts and admitted your feelings to him, he doesn't remember. After I've put on some makeup, so I don't look as dead as
I feel, I gather my stuff into my bag and drag the luggage to the living room.
There's no sign of Viktor and Luca as I slump down on a
couch, staring at the ring again. I have no idea how to feel about this.
It doesn't change anything. We were both drunk, so it didn't mean a damn thing.
Luca's still indifferent toward me.
We'll get the marriage annulled and go on with our lives.
Luca will marry the woman he's interested in, and I'll probably get drunk again.
But truth be told, it hurts knowing the only way I could get his ring on my finger was by him getting drunk. I hear footsteps in the foyer, and lifting my head, it's to see Viktor and Luca walk into the living room.
"Did you call your attorney?" I ask. "Can he get it annulled?"
Viktor shakes his head. "There's no annulment until you've told your fathers. I'm not going over their heads with this."
"But you're the heads of the bratva and mafia," I almost shriek.
Viktor pins me with a look or warning. "There's a lot I'd do for you, but pissing off your father is not one of them. Let's
go."