Another tale of misunderstanding

Anastasia's brown eyes widened, and blood rushed up her neck as the words left Dante's lips. W—what did he mean by that… It felt as if there was another hidden meaning behind it! She was glad when he stepped backwards and slipped into his off-white shirt. 

"You seem to be well acquainted with my brother Aiden, but you didn't go see him," Dante stated, his eyes weighing heavily on her entire body. 

"T—that, I thought the tailor would listen to you," Anastasia answered as she softly gulped. Prince Aiden had told her he was going out tonight, which was why she hadn't sought him out. And the reason she gave now wasn't false. 

Dante's eyes subtly narrowed. "And it isn't because you know if you go to his room, you won't find him?"  Anastasia felt her heart beating rapidly. Either he knew his brother too well or he was very good at catching lies, she thought.