Elena's POV:
The moment I step outside, the cool night air wraps around me like a thin comfort.
I lean on the balcony rail and take in slow breaths, letting the cold breeze glaze over my skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
I hug my arms around myself, letting out a deep breath.
All of a sudden, I feel a presence lurking behind me. My heartbeat picks up instantly, and I unlean from the rail, spinning around quickly.
"Ohhh God," I screech, clutching my chest with a hand when I realize it's just a server. "You scared me," I breathe out, trying to catch my breath.
"Sorry, ma'am. It wasn't my intention," the young server bows his head lightly.
"It's fine," I straighten, clearing my throat. "I was just startled."
Then I notice he's holding a tray in his hand with a glass of wine on it.
He shifts the tray toward me, then says, "From Mr. Moretti."
I blink at the drink.
Wasn't he just talking about how I should take it slow on the wine?
