The event was held at the Trinora Hotel, one of the biggest hotels in Italy.
Zayne stepped down from his car onto the concrete floor of the vast compound. Worry was etched on his face. He'd left before Evelyn and that was because she asked him to. For some reason, she wanted to come alone, and he really couldn't understand why.
They were betrothed, who cared if they came together?
"Sir, are you alright?" Enzo was by his side.
Zayne nodded. They walked through the red carpet, up the stairs, and to the open door that led into the huge, expensive building, completely in a luxurious white and gold.
Enzo did well enough to keep the reporters off his back. He had no strength for unwanted questions or mics shoved up his face.
He stalked inside to stop right in front of a double door left wide open to give a view of the hall where the event would be taking place.
