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Gianna’s POV
The elevator dinged softly, and Matteo gestured for me to step out first. The hallway ahead was narrow, the dim lighting giving it a mysterious edge that scared me a little bit. He had led me out of the hotel again today, refusing to tell me where he was taking me to. I keep saying I want him out of my life and yet I keep accepting his invitation to go out.
How dumb I am.
“Are you sure this place exists?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him.
Matteo smirked, his hands in his pockets. “Have I ever led you astray?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Do you want an honest answer?”
He chuckled, stepping beside me to push open a plain, unmarked door. The faint hum of jazz music drifted out, mingling with the cool night air.
It was a rooftop bar.
The rooftop bar was small and s
