Kate’s POV
"Turn around."
The voice came from the open doorway of my dressing room, causing me to jump and nearly twisted my ankle in my heels.
My hands were halfway up my back where I was wrestling with the zipper of the midnight blue silk dress I had chosen. It was stuck and refusing to budge past the dip in my spine and my arms were beginning to ache from the awkward angle.
I spun around and clutched the front of the dress to ensure it stayed up. Dante was leaning against the doorframe, already dressed in a sharp black tuxedo.
He looked impeccable and completely unbothered by the fact that he had just walked in on me half dressed, and almost caused me a heart attack. God, I can never get used to him barging on me.
"You could have knocked," I said with a frown creasing my forehead
