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Alessandro’s hands clenched, his knuckles white as he recalled the conversation. “She was upset with me for not understanding how important the business was to her. She kept saying I didn’t get her vision. That’s when we started arguing. She accused me of being disinterested, of not supporting her like I should. It wasn’t just about the event; it was about... everything. She felt like I wasn’t there for her.”

Alice picked up on his hesitation and gently asked, “And what did you guys do after that?”

Alessandro thought for a moment, as if weighing the question carefully before answering. “I went to the event alone. And I guess she probably stayed home. And honestly, I didn’t feel like going either. But I did it anyway... out of obligation, I suppose. It wasn’t the same without her.”

James raised an eyebrow. “When was the event? And when did you leave?”

“The event started at 11 p.m. It went on for a few hours. I stayed there until 2 a.m, when it wrapped up. Then I got drunk and stayed over a my friend's place.” Alessandro replied.

“And where was the event hosted?” James asked, his tone steady but probing.

Alessandro looked up, his expression distant as he recalled the details. “It was held at a vineyard about thirty minutes drive away from here to the north, just outside the village. It’s a popular spot for local wine tasting events. It’s not very big, but it has a beautiful view of the valley. We’ve been there before, a few times."

James nodded thoughtfully, his mind turning over the new information. “And you were there for the whole event?”

“Yes,” Alessandro replied. “I stayed until the end. I didn’t leave early or anything.”

“Do you have a guest list or any way to verify who was there that night?” James asked.

Alessandro’s eyes briefly flicked toward the hallway, where a stack of papers lay on a nearby table. “There might be a list with the event organizers. I didn’t really think to ask, but I know the organizer's name is Luigi Conti.”