Tanya's POV
"What are you gossiping about?" He questioned as he glimpsed the blush on my face. "From that expression, I'm guessing it was about me."
"Oh don't flatter yourself," his twin scoffed and rose. "You aren't that interesting."
"I'm sure she would disagree with you on that," he smirked, mischief in his eyes as he gawked at me. "Right Darling?"
"I would respect it if you don't flirt in my presence." The female shivered in disgust as she eyed him.
"You appear all dressed up," Dante observed as he strolled past her and bent to place a kiss on my forehead that rekindled the fire I'd barely managed to dwindle.
"I'm always dressed up," Dalia responded and rolled her eyes at our exchange.
"You know what I mean," he snorted as he ran his fingers in my hair which provoked the bun I'd managed to perfect to come loose.
