The persistent knocking at the door startled them. They looked at each other alarmed, recognizing the voice of Dina, Dante’s sister, calling him urgently.
"Damn it!" Dante muttered, frustrated by the interruption.
Vanessa stifled a nervous giggle as they both jumped out of bed, frantically searching for their scattered clothes on the floor. In his hurry, Dante stuck his leg into a shirt sleeve, losing his balance. Vanessa tried to help him, but her foot got tangled in her dress, and they both fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs and fabric.
"Dante? Are you okay?" Dina’s concerned voice came through the door.
"Yes, yes, I'm coming," he replied, unknowingly putting his pants on backward.
Vanessa covered her mouth to contain her laughter as she buttoned her dress with trembling hands.
