Day Seven

Danielle 

He lifts my hand to kiss my knuckles before applying the gear to set the car into reverse. 

He parks his car in the parking lot that the valet steered us into. Valerio’s car parks next to us and I am just about to open the door as it gets practically ripped out of my hand. 

“Ma’am,” a young man greets me, tapping the visor of his valet uniform.  

I look back at Giovanni, who is practically killing him with his rageful look and I giggle, reaching out to caress his face. 

He snaps out of his staring, his gaze falling on me as his eyes change, his expression becoming gentler. “It’s nothing. Nothing happened.”