Roman’s POV

"Welcome home, young master." Antonio greeted as I handed him my briefcase.

"Thanks. Where is Sofie? Is she ready yet?" I asked, glancing down at my wristwatch.

"Yes, sir. The stylists just left not quite long ago, sir."

"Okay." I nodded before sprinting up the stairs.

I rubbed my palms together when I reached the door, feeling a weird sort of excitement sizzle within me.

It wasn't as if I was excited to see what outfit Sofie was wearing though. I just wanted to get the meeting done, and over with.

Yes. That was it.

I pushed the door open while inwardly hoping I didn't catch Sofie in...