I blush again – already getting sick of myself for doing that – and reach for my wine glass. But then I hesitate because…well, you don’t toast yourself…right? Do you?
God I am…out of my element here.
But before anything official can happen, the action is interrupted by Bianca, who enters the room through a door in the corner, Bella dashing before her and heading right for her seat. Bianca moves quickly, but also half in a daze, her eyes unfocused with a grim set to her lips. Bianca murmurs her apologies for being late and takes her seat next to her husband, who turns to glare at her.
“What,” Romano snaps, looking her up and down as she sits on the edge of her chair, primly putting her napkin in her lap. “Are you all f****d up on those pills again?”
Bianca blinks slowly and then turns
