The third point of view:
"Do you think it's time for us to do this?" Pedro asked unsurely, a bit nervous. They had sneaked out of the reception party which was slowly coming to an end and when Isabella had suggested going out for a breather, he had a faint idea what she had in mind - and she sure never disappoints.
She had boarded a room effortlessly since her father owned the hotel - and that was the problem. What if Niklaus hears of this? That scary man would skin him alive, not to mention that her new mother, Reina, was the daughter of a mafia leader. If both parents hunted him down, his corpse wouldn't even be found on the surface of the earth. Gosh, he was nervous; his stomach was knotted with nerves.
"I don't think there's a biological clock for having sex," Isabella answered cooly as usual before swiping the keycard against the sensor and the door clicked opened.
