Stella Sterling blinked, pulling the wine bottle back. "What's wrong? Is it expensive?"
"It's not," Roman Rhodes said, wiping a smudge of wine from her lips. "But it's the only bottle we have here. If you like it, I'll have more brought in."
Hearing this, Stella relaxed and happily poured herself another glass.
Roman took the opportunity to study her.
After a moment, he came to a conclusion.
'The girl was genuinely just craving a drink, not drowning her sorrows.'
Roman had to laugh at himself for being so worried.
Clearly, when faced with the choice between anxious brooding and simply letting go, Stella had chosen the latter.
...
「The next morning.」
The group set out for Vicenza.
They arrived at Borland Road before ten o'clock.
Stella was meticulously dressed in an elegant, pale-green dress that was tailored but not clingy. She was determined not to make a poor impression on Mrs. Rhodes again.
The elevator doors opened.
