C84 Epilogue 2
Dalia's POV
"I'm so fucking nervous," I said lowly, scratching the back of my neck.
"If you want we can do this another time," Vittore said, reaching out over the table to hold my hand.
The soft clatter of plates in the restaurant, la Lanterne Bouillante was getting to my nerves. I wasn't even able to drink any of the wine that was in the flute beside me
