Audrey’s pov
“Audrey darling!”
The sound of Dante's voice continued to echo throughout the room.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
Matteo didn't move away from me immediately. He was still close enough that I could feel his breath warm against my shoulder. I was aware of the way the room looked—the dim lights, the wine glasses, the candles burning.
The knocking came again. Louder. More insistent.
“Audrey!”
“I can’t—” My voice shook. “He can’t see this. Matteo, he can’t see you here.”
“Breathe,” Matteo said quietly. “You’re shaking.”
“They’re going to come in,” I hissed, my hands flying to my hair, trying to smooth back the chaos. “The staff, the management—if I don’t answer, they’ll think something is wrong. They’ll use the master key.”
Matteo reached out, his fingers grazing my shoulder
