ORTENSIA
When we arrived at the exclusive gala event, a chauffeur in a black suit opened the door for us with a polite nod. I stepped out first, my heels clicking against the marble driveway, the evening breeze brushing my skin.
Vito followed, fixing his jacket, calm as always. Julio drove the car away, the red taillights fading into the night. Vito offered his arm, that protective gesture of his. I slipped mine into his, and together we walked toward the glittering entrance.
"We're late," I muttered softly, noticing the crowd already inside and the speeches already underway.
"Just by a few minutes. And you caused it," he teased, his voice low, that sly smirk tugging at his lips. My mind flashed back to the shower scene earlier, heat creeping up my neck, and I chuckled under
