Chapter 16
The lock on the door clicked closed. Stephano’s mind was scattered as he sat up in his dark hotel room with the curtains drawn and lights all off.
He flipped the light on and checked for Rosalind. His bare feet stepped on the cold marble as he searched and he didn’t care that he’d briefly stepped outside on his balcony naked to see if she was there.
She must have left. He returned to the bedroom and threw on his wrinkled white pants and shirt from the floor and hoped she’d returned to the party.
The thought calmed him. Surely he’d done enough to show her how beautiful she was to him.
Besides, her mother had just flown in and Rosalind hadn’t spent any time with her yet.
As he descended in the elevator, he let that idea center him. There was no way Rosalind had left him.
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