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Matteo’s POV
We walked into the hotel Gianna had booked for us here in Cleveland. It wasn’t particularly grand, but it was okay at least. Gianna looked obviously worn out, like she was about to faint or something like that. I stood next to her, leaning against the counter and looking around.
The front desk was brightly lit, staffed by a young woman with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Hi, checking in. Reservation under Lorenzo.” Gianna pulled out her phone, not bothering to even smile at the woman.
The receptionist’s fingers clattered across the keyboard. “Lorenzo… let me see here.” Her smile faltered.
“Something wrong?” Gianna asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
“It seems there’s been a mistake,” the receptionist said hesitantly. “We only have one room availab
