"You look like you need a drink. Or two," was what Fabio greeted her with when Sofia finally made her way back to the party and found him. Or rather, he found her. At the bar. Again.
Sofia's lips twisted into a bitter smile. "Make that ten," she said, downing the shot she had just ordered, ready to drown out all her thoughts in liquor.
Her mind was still reeling from the conversation she had just had, running a mile a minute. She couldn't stop thinking about Vincenzo, Mia, Marco, and everything else in between. She just wanted her thoughts to come to a stand still. And what better way to do that than to loose yourself in booze?
Which was why after coming back to the main hall, she had made a beeline for the open bar. She was on her third shot when Fabio found her.
"That bad, huh?"
Sofia shook her head. "You have no idea."
Fabio sighed, flagging down the bartender and ordering another shot.