Stella raked her gaze around the room, completely oblivious to her original intentions. She had hoped to occupy herself with sightseeing, and Gerald had been kind enough to suggest just that. But she could not deceive herself any longer. Even if her mind is set on making Matteo regret his decision, she was not cut out for being left alone.
The table that she sat on was filled with Asians and Indians, completely foreign to her. So, there was no way she could successfully start and hold a conversation with them. But she could tell from their deliberately lingering stares that they were interested in her. She shuddered slightly and served herself a hearty portion of wine, trying hard to avoid eye contact while at it.
