Lorenzo's POV
A grunt escaped my lips when the rays of sunlight filtered into the room, my brows crooked inwardly with my gaze running around swiftly.
A smile accompanied it when I recalled all that had happened last night. Daphne was letting me into her life, and there was nothing else that I wanted.
Letting the moment soak in, I went through the daily routine of getting myself washed up, before realization dawned on me that I actually didn't have any outfit to wear.
With a hand clicking on my phone, I placed a call to Jack, who didn't pick up nor did it get connected. This was rare of him, he was always easy to get across to, so I couldn't just help the bizarre thoughts in mind.
What if something had gone wrong? I quickly threw over the suit trousers with a white diesel polo th
