~Antonio
I stood in front of the locked door, my patience wearing thin. My knuckles hovered over the wood, but I didn’t knock again. She wasn’t going to open it. The woman could be as stubborn as a mule. I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a frustrated breath before stepping back.
"Fine, Tiara," I muttered under my breath. "Have it your way."
Turning on my heel, I strode down the hall, my footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor. I was too agitated to think straight, too worked up from the kiss earlier. Damn it, why did she have to be so… so complicated?
Halfway down the stairs, I spotted my mother ascending, her sharp gaze instantly locking onto me.
"Antonio," she called out, her voice a blend of curiosity and authority. "What are you doing wandering around so late? Shouldn
