Chapter 41

• Ginevra
• I don’t care about what they will be thinking of what I’m doing this long on the toilet. I can’t go back out to that table.
• Not being able to delay facing my possibly worst dinner I have ever been to, I get out of the stall silently. Washing my hands and checking my appearance in the mirror in slow motion, I get out of the washroom equally slowly, just to find a dark figure already waiting for me. Ruggerio wears an annoyed frown as he looks at me, leaning against the wall. Even if the hallway is just dimly lit, I can still recognize every unhappy trait of his face.