Aftermath

ARYA’S POV I stared at my own vomit splattered across the beautiful stone pathway and felt my stomach lurch again and when I looked up, everyone was staring at me. Every single person at the event had stopped what they were doing to watch Giovanni De Santis's new wife make a complete fool of herself. Their faces ranged from shock to disgust to poorly concealed amusement, and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. At least I hadn't thrown up on anyone. That was something, right? Giovanni appeared beside me, and I heard him cursing in rapid Italian. The sound made my chest ache, and my tears burned behind my eyes. Before I could protest or apologize or do anything, he bent down and scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing. "What are you doing? Please. put me down," I mumbled weakly, but I didn't actually struggle. "Silenzio," he muttered, still carrying me. "You've embarrassed yourself enough for one evening." The words should have made me angry.. But all