Eve’s POV:
“We can put our bags in my room.” I tell them. They both grinned mischievously at me.
“You even have your own room?” Victoria asks. I nodded my head and led them down the hall. I set my bag on the bed. Who would have thought that I would voluntarily be coming back to this place? I have a flashback of Enzo sitting on the bed, listening to my questions. He changed everything with his answers. I think about how Enzo took off his shirt to reveal our matching birth marks. I’m pulled out of my thoughts by the girls' voices calling out to me.
“What?” I ask. I had not heard a word of what they had said to me. Had they been talking for long? I was so lost in thoughts about Enzo that I did not even notice. They laughed at my confusion.
“We said, did Enzo stay in here with you last nig
