Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room - @lucacostello | @sofia-fashionista
Natalia’s bags were packed and ready to be moved to Luca’s apartment the next day. With one last night in the Roma, Luca self-destructing and Sofia desperate to help her brother somehow, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to get drunk and break shit.
It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford the damages.
She told the twins to stop by whenever but she wasn’t going to wait for them to get the party started. The bar was well stocked with expensive liquor, but Natalia was more interested in the bottle of Cab Sauv she spent close to $3,000 on when she went to Napa last spring. She was saving it for some sort of occasion and her arrival in Chicago certainly seemed appropriate.
Natalia opened the bottle and poured herself a glass; she planned on pacing herself this evening. Helping Luca through this slump was Nat’s top priority of the evening. Though, that didn’t mean she was staying sober.
Not even close.
Natalia was sitting on the floor of her suite, counting cards on the coffee table about two and a half glasses of wine deep when she heard a knock on the door. “It’s open!” she called out, taking another sip from her glass.
