Chapter 10 Marry Me

• At the far corner of the restaurant, alone at a table, is Antonio, with one leg crossed over the other, a hand cradling a crystal tumbler half filled with whiskey, enjoying the quiet space with a busy mind.
• His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the entrance of the restaurant, observing every woman drifting in and out of the restaurant, laughing, clinging to arm candy, adjusting dresses too tight for comfort, their perfume clinging to the night air.
• But he felt nothing.