La Dolce Veto

I fix my stare into Sutton’s dark eyes. I knew her reasons for being here were not as selfless as “Benito’s been good to me.” She wants him. She wants to use me to get him back. And the worst part is, she thinks she’s doing me a favor. “I do not want to be mayor,” I say.

The sun descends below the rooftops of the piazza that surrounds us and Sutton tops off her glass.

“Don’t let the way Benito goes about it fool you, it doesn’t have to be so horribly stressful.

” She offers the bottle to me and sets it down when I don’t take it.