Diego's POV

The party dispersed immediately. I ended up in a car with Carlotta and Davina as we raced back to De Morrone House.

Carlotta sat on the far left, her gaze directed out the tinted window. Davina was on the right, pulling at her nails until the polish started peeling away and piling up in her dress. The silence felt ridiculous, especially since there was so much to say.

“You can drop me off at the penthouse,” Carlotta said abruptly. “I’ll spend the night in the city.”

“No, ...