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“Nuh-uh, I can handle my liquor.”
“Drinking on an empty stomach is not a wise move.”
“I’ll be fine. Relax,” I say, sipping serenely.
Despite my remonstrations, I am indeed starting to feel sickly. Rocco takes one glance at me through dinner and gives me a knowing smirk. I thought eating would help soak up the alcohol. Instead, it makes me feel much worse. I can feel the churning within my stomach, making me feel queasy with each breath.
“Can I top up your drink, Sophia?” Rocco says smiling.
“I’m good. I want to stay sober for later,” I say, returning his benign smile.
“You think you’re going to be up for that?” he says, snorting.
“A Falcone never breaks their promise.”
“You’re a De Luca.”
“What do they do?”
“Everything they’re’ not meant to.”
“I must be a true De Luca then,” I say, chuckling.
“Just in time for the main meal, succulent and tender roasted lamb leg seasoned with spicy red peppers and lots of sauce—”
“Excuse me,” I say, standing up.
“Something I said?” Rocco says, smirking.
I hardly have time to answer as I dash for the ladies’ room, barely making it there in time before my head is in the toilet. Luckily, I manage to keep my outfit and hair away from the toilet basin. I lean against the cold wall once I’m done, vowing never to touch another drop of alcohol again. My throat feels like sandpaper, and I have a brutal headache that feels like somebody has hit me over the head with a hammer repeatedly.
“Sophia?” a voice calls out.
“Sophia can’t come to the phone right now,” I say clutching my head.
“Sophia, it’s Lucia.”
“I hope you haven’t come to argue with me again. I don’t have it in me,” I say weakly.
“Rocco sent me, open the door.”
“You don’t want to see this,” I mumble.
“You’re talking to the hangover queen, sweetie. If my night doesn’t end up with my head in the toilet, it isn’t a good night.”
“I’ll be fine, enjoy your evening.”
“Sophia, it’s either I come in or Rocco does.”
I click open the door and she clucks over me like a mother hen. “I’ll have you sorted it out in a jiffy.”
“Jiffy? Since when did you become Mary Poppins?”
“People have been wiping sick off my face for years, I’m giving back to the community,” she says smugly.
“Lucia, about earlier—”
“It’s fine.”
