Her eyes narrowed, and she dropped my hand. “No.”
Well, well, there was some passion beneath the bubbly persona.
I handed her the lipstick and pressed my lips together while observing my new look in the mirror.
My eyes had a haze over them, the alcohol seeping through my bloodstream and lightening my tongue. “He promised me fidelity,” I announced, the words rolling off drunken lips. I had no idea why I’d shared it, but there was something liberating about opening up to another woman in a bathroom.
This was what girls did, and it was the first time I was a part of it.
Her dark eyes filled with sympathy. “You poor thing, you. Looks like you’re stuck with him for good. Ace might be a cheat at heart, but he always does exactly what he says he’s going to do.”
“How old is your cousin again?” Gianna’s voice was loud enough it echoed across the street.
Dominic flicked a glance to us, and I honest to God giggled. “He’s too young for you. You’re like . . . ten years older than him.”
Gianna frowned, leaning against the brick wall for balance. “He’s eighteen? He doesn’t look eighteen.”
“No, twenty.” I zigzagged over to her, and when I managed to bump into her shoulder, I stayed there.
“He’s hot.”
Dominic stood at the curb, pretending to be texting and not listening to our conversation.
“Eh, he’s okay,” I said.
His lips tipped up.
Benito had picked up Mamma and the others a couple minutes ago, but Dominic stayed to wait for my husband to get me. Nico had texted me three times tonight and I managed to reply each and every time. I deserved a medal. Are you having fun? Yes. Are you ready to go? No. How drunk are you? Somuch.
A couple of minutes later, when I noticed Nico get out of his car on the street, my drunk heartbeat skipped with satisfaction. Though I stayed exactly where I stood—or leaned—because these three-inch heels didn’t pair well with more than three drinks. And I’d lost count since that number.
Nico’s eyes narrowed slightly when he saw Gianna a
nd me, leaning against the wall and each other as if we offered a little better support than just the brick.
He stopped in front of us with his hands in his pockets. “You’re drunk as shit.”
I nodded slowly.
Amusement ghosted through his eyes as he ran a thumb across his bottom lip. “Can you walk?”
I nodded again but didn’t move. If I did I thought Gianna might fall over.
His gaze coasted to her, before he turned and spoke to Dominic for a moment. My cousin slipped his phone in his pocket and gave Nico eye contact. What did I need to do to get that kind of attention from him? I stared at my husband while he talked to Dominic. He was so handsome something touched me in the chest.
“Come on.” Nico grabbed my hand. “Let’s go home.”
“But Gianna—”
“Dominic’s taking care of her.”
“Oh . . . I drank so much tonight.”
Nico laughed. “Yeah?”
“But I loved it,” I blurted. “I had so much fun.”
Nico opened my door and I dropped into my seat. He lowered to his haunches beside me and buckled me up. “You’ve been hanging out with Gianna?”