"Why are you still up, cara mia?"
Rome didn't move a muscle as he towered over Margaux. He was tired. Her baffled expression wasn't exactly what he wanted to see at that holy hour. When he decided to come to her, what he pictured in his mind was a woman neck-deep in slumber with her arms cuddling his pillow.
It was not this scene – certainly not.
"I- I…" He watched Margaux struggle with broken letters, terribly failing to make sense as she moved her arms to point up. She opened and closed her mouth, but in the end, she swallowed hard.
"I came through the door."
"N-no. "She shook her head hysterically, with her eyes open wide. "Y-You didn't. I… I saw you came down from—"
"I said, I came through the door." He shut her up, dragging his words to emphasize what he wanted her to believe. H
