Alessandro led her down the hallway and stopped at the door of the room Rinaldo had moved her to, pushing it open and stepping aside.
Elena walked in. It was still beautiful. Big windows, warm light, a bed that looked like it had been designed specifically for someone to sink into and never leave. Different from Lola's room but still stunning in its own way.
She pulled her hand swiftly from his grasp.
"What time is the party?" she asked simply, turning to face him.
"Eight." He leaned against the doorframe. "We should be there by eight!"
She nodded before asking curiously. "How are these parties usually like?"
He stepped closer with a little smirk.
"Do you truly want to know?" he asked, his voice low and utterly sexy.
She furrowed her brows. Why was he saying it like that? It was just a party wasn't it?
"Isn't it just a party?" she asked as she leaned back away from him.
