Viella pov
His black suit was soaked.
With premium roast coffee.
I could practically hear his inner mafia killer voice loading the "terminate this pest".
My brain went static. Mouth dry. Time paused.
"Ah... hi, dear fiancé..." I said, voice rising. "Funny running into you here! Haha... I just... uh... helped you wake up better than your alarm could?"
He didn't say anything.
Just stared.
With those deadpan annoyed mafia eyes that screamed, "You have ten seconds before I make you disappear from the timeline."
Just as I was about to crumble like a stale cookie-
"Dante! Are you okay?"
Oh great.
Alina.
This plot really hates me.
She rushed over like a Disney princess with her emergency handkerchief, delicate and folded. Sparkles might as well have been flying around her.
But I didn't see it.
Because panic had taken over my body and I-
I pulled out my own crusty handkerchief and started wiping Dante's suit.
AGGRESSIVELY.
Like I was scrubbing a bathroom tile.
