C117 You seem distracted

Amara barely had a moment to compose herself before she heard Alessandro’s voice again, louder this time. “Amara, are you okay?”

She took a deep breath, smoothed down her dress, and finally opened the door.

Alessandro stood there, his brow furrowed in concern as he looked her over. “Why do you look like you’ve lost your breath?”

Amara forced a calm smile, though inside she was still reeling