Matio Rodriguez
Dinner couldn’t have ended soon enough. As the last of the plates were cleared, I noticed Sara shifting uncomfortably beside me. I leaned down, speaking quietly so only she could hear. “Want to take a walk outside?”
She glanced up, surprised by the offer, but then gave a small nod. I stood, guiding her toward the garden doors, but before we could slip away, a group of women intercepted us—Hanah and her friends.
One of the women—a tall brunette with way too much perfume—practically purred, “Matio, you really do look handsome tonight.
That suit fits you perfectly.”
Another one chimed in, batting her lashes. “Honestly, you’re the best-looking man here. It’s a shame you’re stuck with... her.” She shot a disdainful look at Sara.
I felt Sara tense beside me, and I couldn’t
