Emily POV

“What the hell” I whispered to myself as the door clicked shut behind me.

For a moment, I just stood there with my back pressed against the door, as my fingers still trembled around the handles of the glossy boutique bags.

“What did I just get myself into…” I whispered, voice barely above a breath.

The room looked exactly the same, the only difference was that the bed was now neatly made, with the faint smell of Dario’s cologne still hanging in the air.

“This ...