Eventually, Dante could not continue to pace around and cause everyone to glance at him from the corner of their eyes.
That was because a beaming Portia and Aileen came out of the room, their faces full of satisfaction. Dante's head whipped up, and when he saw their expressions, his thumping heart seemed to calm down greatly.
He briskly walked over to them. "How was it?"
"It was fine, Dante. Relax. You can go in and be with Bea for now." Portia replied with an amused chuckle.
Meanwhile, Aileen gently patted her son on the shoulder and gave him a look that he was familiar with, which meant that he had to calm himself. Almost out of reflex, Dante took a deep breath and sorted out his emotions before realizing how his mom had Pavloved him from a young age to be in control of himself.
He never really realized that before, but he had little space to think about it now as he walked right into the room.
