EMILY’S POV
It had been two days since the wedding. Dante had said he would be back the next day, but he didn’t come back.
I stayed alone in the villa, doing little, saying little. Vito checked in sometimes, asking if I needed anything, but mostly, it was just silence.
I sat by the window as the warm rays of the setting sun hit me, watching the waves roll lazily against the rocks below the villa. The air was warm, the kind that made you sleepy.
Just as my eyes started to droop close, a memory flashed through my mind, and I flung them open.
Why did he have to kiss me like that?!
I hated that I could still smell his rich Cologne in the air around me. I was lost in thought when I heard a knock on the door.
“Come in.” I said, turning my head to the door. Vito walked in, holding a large
