Chapter 39

Lorenzo's POV

The chilly night wind blows through the atmosphere as we stand outside, but none of us seem to care, not when Elara is inside, possibly crying her eyes out. I run a hand through my hair in frustration, keeping my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her to come out any minute.

A heavy silence hangs in the air until I feel eyes boring into me. I turn to see Damien Rossi watching me, his expression unreadable.

"Any problem, sir?" I ask, trying to act composed, although his stare makes my hands tremble.

He doesn’t respond, just continues staring, his gaze sharp and calculating. I exchange a glance with Alexander, who shrugs and casually pulls out his phone, clearly trying to avoid attracting any attention to himself.

"Mr. Rossi, I asked if there’s a problem," I repeat. "You're just staring."

Damien's mouth curls into a faint smirk. "Well, well, well, Lorenzo," he says. "I've been wondering, how did you meet my niece?"

My heart skips a beat, and I freeze, knowing fully