Matteo watched carefully as Altea rang the doorbell to Aurora’s house. Was someone living there, and he didn’t know?
A young man opened and smiled when he saw her, but his smile instantly vanished when he noticed Matteo.
“We should go inside,” Altea suggested before he could say something, and he just stepped aside to let them in, before closing the door behind them.
Matteo tried to figure out where he’d seen the guy before. He was young, about his sister’s age, with light brown hair that looked like he kept running his fingers through it.
“Matteo, this is Totó, prince of Southern Italy.”
Just as Altea introduced him, it clicked. That’s where he knew him from, although it had been years that he’d seen him and his family.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you at first,” he offered his
