The entire time I’m getting dressed, I can’t stop thinking about what Dante said. What the hell does he want me to see? He looked… different. Vulnerable. Almost sad. And that was throwing me off. Dante never looks sad. Ever.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even notice him until his voice snaps me out of it.
"You ready?" His deep voice pulls me back to reality.
I turn to see him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes slowly raking over me from head to toe.
"Yeah." I nod, unable to stop my eyes from doing the same to him. He’s already dressed in an elegant black suit, his dark hair styled back, looking like a damn gentleman…which we both know he isn’t.
"You look beautiful." He steps forward, closing the distance between us.
His words catch me off guard, making me pause. Not be
