Giovanni’s POV

“I need to go to the restroom, I’m pressed,” I told Gray, forcing a small, tired smile.

He looked at me, his hand still warm at the small of my back. “Okay, love. Don’t take long,” he said softly, brushing his thumb against my arm before turning back to greet another couple.

I collected my phone from Mitchell, muttering a quiet “thank you,” and walked toward the hallway. The marble floor gleamed under the golden lights, each step echoing faintly through the ...