Emily POV
“What the hell” I whispered to myself as the door clicked shut behind me.
For a moment, I just stood there with my back pressed against the door, as my fingers still trembled around the handles of the glossy boutique bags.
“What did I just get myself into…” I whispered, voice barely above a breath.
The room looked exactly the same, the only difference was that the bed was now neatly made, with the faint smell of Dario’s cologne still hanging in the air.
“This man…” I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair. “He’s everywhere.”
The thought made me both angry and weak all at once.
I looked down at the gift bag, the golden logo glinted against the soft light from the chandelier. Inside laid the dress the manager had insisted on gifting me. A peace offering, she’d called it
