Cesare’s Point of view~~~
I didn't leave immediately. I had a personal business to deal with and it involved Rosette. Well, everything about me involves her.
I leaned back in the leather seat of my car, one arm resting on the steering wheel, the other idly tapping against my thigh.
My eyes never left the front entrance until she appeared.
Even under the soft glow of the lamps outside, she managed to look like something out of a dream.
She stepped out of the building, her head held high as if the entire evening hadn’t been a battlefield for her.
My gaze followed her hand as she brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear.
She moved slowly, adjusting her shades even though the night sky didn’t need them. She didn't want to be seen or recognised by anyone.
Her dainty fingers clu
