Chapter 9

  Mia's POV

  "Oucchhhhh," I grumbled, holding my head as I sat at the breakfast table. I held my head in my hands, my vision still blurred as I made an attempt to focus on a spot on the wooden table.

  "I told you Mia," Enzo said in a disapproving tone "Alcohol is not the answer," He placed a glass...

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