No One's POV
The bedroom door clicked open.
Dante stepped inside, Viella still in his arms like she weighed nothing.
Alina was there.
"what are you doing here" Dante asked
Her hands froze mid-step, holding a delicate cup. "Oh-... I was just here to give you lemon tea. Nonna said it would help you relax after the party." Her voice trembled ever so slightly.
Her eyes drifted from Dante's face... to the woman in his arms.
Viella blinked at her lazily.
"Do you want me to clean up the guest room for Miss Viella?" Alina asked, her voice polite, but her knuckles were pale around the teacup.
"No." Dante's voice was low, final. "She'll stay here. You can leave now."
Alina's lips parted in surprise. "Oh... okay." She stepped aside, her perfume lingering faintly in the air as she slipped out.
Viella's bleary gaze followed her. "Hey... I know you. You look so familiar. Hmm... where did I-hey! Why are you leaving? Stop-"
