OLIVIA
I followed Dante into his office, smirking. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”
He crossed behind his desk, adjusting his tie before sinking into the leather chair and his eyes stayed locked on mine. “Can you blame me? You looked like you were having too much fun without me.”
He tugged at his collar, then added, “How was rehearsal?”
I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. “Rehearsal was… fine, mostly.”
His brow lifted, one hand resting on the desk. “Mostly fine?” he asked. “What parts weren’t fine?”
He wasn’t just asking. He was digging and reading between my words like he already knew someone got on my nerves.
I let out a tired sigh, and brushed my hair back. “The part where everyone was gawking at me like some fresh specimen,” I muttered. “Is coming back after two years really th
