He was the perfect gentleman, and it was slowly driving her insane.
Aurora couldn’t even complain to anyone about it, because she would sound like a lunatic. But every time they’d sit down to eat, Matteo pulled out the chair for her. She hadn’t opened a door in a week, because somehow he was always there to open it for her. As soon as she was done with training, he was waiting with a water bottle for her, telling her she did well and offering advise on how to improve, so she knew he wasn’t just lying to make her happy. She was just waiting for him to tie her shoelaces, because that was the only thing that he still allowed her to do herself.
She was sitting on her bed – most definitely not hiding from Matteo – scrolling through t****k, when someone knocked on her door.
“Come in!” she ye
