(Santino's POV)

The door swung open with a sharp creak.

And there she was.

Hailey.

Standing near the sink, her back to me, while a waiter stood behind her, his hands awkwardly trying to zip up the back of her dress. Her hair had come loose, falling in soft waves down her back.

From her reflection in the mirror in front of her, I saw her lipstick was half gone, her cheeks flushed, her expression frozen with shock.

For a heartbeat, no one moved.

The waiter’s face turned pale. Hailey’s ...