I sat by the bar, a few steps away from the private room Mr. Wolff was in and where I was kicked out from by that snotty-looking woman earlier. I swirled around the wine glass in my hand, more so distracting myself with it than actually drinking it.
I imagined tasting the best wine in this highly sought out bar, but instead here I was, sulking to my core. And to think we were having such a grand time as well.
I didn’t know how much fun one person could have in just a day, and it sure has been awhile since I had done anything near the definition of it, specifically two years. From taking care of my dad to helping Matthew with everything he needed, I think the closest fun I had was when Emma would invite me for a night out.
Even during those times, I barely stayed as Matthew would beco
