ADRIANA'S POV
"Are you sure about this?" Valentina raised a brow at me as she adjusted her black leather jacket, the flicker of a smirk playing on her lips. Her posture was relaxed, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes.
I exhaled slowly, standing in front of the large wooden table in the center of Vincenzo's quarters that he had assigned to me if I needed an escape from the main mansion.
The space had always felt cold and foreign to me, but tonight, I was determined to make it my own. Well, at least for a few hours.
"I'm positive. If I don't do this now, I'll never have another chance," I said, my voice firm as I set out the glasses and bottles of liquor I'd brought from the mansion sure that Vincenzo wouldn't miss them. I'd arranged everything carefully—some wine, whiskey, and vodka. The table was set with an almost exaggerated precision. Too much, perhaps, but I wanted to impress them.
