Adrian followed me silently through the corridors of the Alfonzo estate, his hands tucked casually into his pockets.
The echo of our footsteps seemed deafening against the stone floors as we approached the suite where Bruno's spare suit was kept.
I kept my eyes stationed in front of me but I almost couldn't stop myself from glancing at his soiled suit.
I felt so ashamed at myself for letting my nerves get the better of me, so much that I made such an embarrassing mistake.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am about this," I said for what felt like the tenth time, my voice wavering slightly. "The wine... It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention."
Adrian chuckled, his tone light and unbothered. He seemed as if he didn't have a single care in the world.
"Maria, please. You're overthinking this. I've been spilled on at more events than I can count. It's a part of the lifestyle."
I glanced at him nervously.
