EMILY'S POV
"Come with me."
He moved with ease, like this was second nature. We stopped in front of a middle-aged man with silver hair and sharp eyes.
"Dante!" The man's gaze lit up. "So good to see you."
"Happy to see you too." Dante nodded, a small smile on his face as he shook hands with the older man.
"Chi è questa bellezza?" The man asked.
'And who is this beauty?'
Dante pulled me closer, "This is my wife, Emily." He introduced.
Hearing him refer to me as his wife in front of someone else, made my heart leap helplessly.
"So the rumours are true indeed?!" The man grinned.
"Emily," Dante said, "this is Mr Marco Bellini. One of my oldest business partners."
"It’s a pleasure." Mr. Bellini said, shaking my hand warmly. "My wife was here a while ago, but she suddenly went off.
