CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

SCARLETT'S POV.

As I stepped out of the car, the grandeur of the hotel in front of us overwhelmed me. Its towering facade gleamed in the afternoon sun, hinting at the luxury that awaited inside. I turned towards Luca to see his reaction and of course he didn't look impressed. What was I thinking? He probably had been to even more luxurious hotels than this. This was nothing new to him.

When the big guy had bidden us farewell and driven away, I couldn't help the tinge of excitement that rushes in my veins as we approached the entrance, our footsteps echoing on the marble floor. It all felt so exclusive, I actually felt like one of those billionaire wives in those reality shows I used to find silly.

Now, I could see why many women could kill to marry a billionaire. There was just this feeling that came with the fact that every one respected your husband.

But obviously I was never going to let myself get carried away. Kevin was still the goal at the end of the day, getting him back.