~Antonio
I sat in the car, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel as my mind raced. I had to get those contact lenses. Without them, my entire charade was at risk. But as I checked the time, I realized it was already late. The office would be locked, and the last thing I needed was to leave the house at this hour, especially after the disaster Tiara had just walked out of.
If I left now, she’d undoubtedly think I was running off to meet Claire or some other random woman. Giovanni’s reputation was already bad enough without me making it worse. I couldn’t ruin his marriage with more insecurity and trust issues—especially not before he even had a chance to enjoy it.
With a sigh of resignation, I decided against going back to the office. Instead, I opened the glove compartment and gra
