Sophia's POV
My face burned as I pushed away from Vito, the memory of his hands on my skin still sending electricity through every nerve ending. Even blind, even confined to that wheelchair, the man had a magnetism that left me completely undone. The way he'd touched me, the way his voice had dropped to that commanding whisper—it was impossible to think clearly when he was so close.
"The wedding isn't over yet," I managed, my voice slightly breathless. "I can't just leave."
I practically fled toward the ballroom, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I tried to put distance between us and regain my composure. At the entrance, I paused and turned back, surprising myself with my own boldness.
"Would you like to come in with me?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "Ma
