Daphne's POV
My finger stroke the frames leaning against the wall, the chandelier lit above my head. Twirling around, I spun around, staring at the mirror in front of me with a gentle tug in my heart when my phone dinged.
My eyes swept to it as I recalled not keeping Irene abreast with the situation. She must be worried sick right about now.
My fingers ran across my cellphone as I placed a call to her. She picked up on the first ring, letting out a rasp breath out as she muttered.
“ Daphne, are you okay? What happened? I was able to place a call to Lorenzo, but it bounced back to his office. Did Drago hurt you?” She rambled out.
Letting out a chuckle, I explained gently to her, filling her in on every little detail.
She let out a low grunt before adding.“ He is so sweet, he lov
