"The true measure of a man is how he treats you when others are not looking."
AVA WILSON P.O.V
As we arrived in front of the hotel, I was astounded looking at the beautiful place. It was looking like some fancy royal banquet. I was in a trance that I didn't notice that Marcello made his way around the car and opened the door for me.
I gratefully smiled at him and uttered a quick "thank you."
"Shall we?" He asked, offering me his arms. I looked at his toned muscular arms which were bulging from his coat, I shook my head and looped my arms around his and we entered the hotel.
I was right. It was incredibly beautiful inside. The ceiling was high with chandeliers on them and there were expensive looking couches that looked brand new as no one has ever sat on them yet. The lights were dim
