EMILY'S POV
"Dante." She called again, and his jaw ticked. "Can we talk for just a few minutes?" She asked so calmly, not fazed by how pissed he looked.
She just seemed so put together in a way that... made me jealous.
I hated that I felt that way, but you wouldn't blame me. This woman had a kind of aura and composure that was unmatched.
She was so tall and slender, like a supermodel that stepped out of a magazine cover. And her face card, was simply lethal.
I hoped Dante would just turn away from her, hold my hand and lead us to the rest of the party. But his next words had me feeling so disappointed, that it physically hurt.
"Clara, please take Emily with you." Not, 'my wife'.
His response had not been typically bad, but it hurt all the same. Clara gave a nod his way, before ta
