I rip the door open and Will’s eyes widen. “You didn’t take a shower,” he comments. The way he’s leaning against the opposite wall, like he doesn’t have a care in the world, makes an intense jealousy fill me up. What would it be like to not be afraid of everything?
“I don’t need one.”
“Yes, you do. Besides, aren’t you tired of wearing that dress?”
“No. I like my dress.”
His eyes narrow. “Why are you even in a wedding dress to begin with? I never asked before.”
“I was trying on dresses.”
“So you’re engaged then.”
I flush at the thought of being engaged to Nico – a man I do not want. But I can’t exactly tell Will that. “Yes.”
His eyes slowly rake me over. “Lucky guy.”
I wrap my arms around myself and duck my chin. Never have I felt on display this much in my entire life before.
“You’re shy,” he states.
“I guess.”
“Considering you can’t even look at me, then yes, I’d say you’re shy. A beautiful woman like you doesn’t need to be shy.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. I am the way I am.” The urge to vomit hits me. I would have done it by now if I was still at Francesca’s house. But in the craziness of the past twenty-four hours, I haven’t felt the need to throw up until now.
“I wasn’t judging. Just stating a fact.”
An irrational anger pulses through me and I finally raise my eyes to Will’s. “Just because you like the way I look doesn’t mean I am who you think I am. I am shy. It is what it is. My looks have nothing to do with it.”
“Sorry,” he says, raising his hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean any harm.”
“You just kidnapped me, is all.”
He sighs. “Just take a shower and then we can go back to not talking. Does that sound good?”
“I don’t want a shower.”
“You need one. I also made food. You need to eat. I don’t think Marco will appreciate you dying of starvation before he gets to marry you. So take a shower and then you can eat.”
“I don’t want a shower,” I whisper, ducking my chin again.
“It’s not hard to do. Why are you being so stubborn?”
I blink back tears. “I’m not being stubborn.”
“Seems like it to me.”
“Why are you being so rude to me? I have done nothing wrong.”
“I’m a hitman, Gianna. I’m not exactly known for my empathy.” He goes quiet for a long moment before he sighs. “Why won’t you take a shower?”
“Because I can’t get my dress off,” I finally admit. “I can’t reach the buttons.”
“Oh.” Neither one of us moves as an awkwardness fills the air. Until Will sighs. “Turn around.”
“What?” I squeak.
