Chapter 8 A Master Of His Own Craft
- Dante's POV
- I quickly regained my composure, picked up the box and placed it in the backseat, smelling his perfume in the car, and gosh, I felt like choking - don't mind me, it smelled so nice, but I wouldn't agree to that.
- "Galinda said I'll be driving you to court?" I asked, holding my head high.