Alice
Dying the dress had been a stroke of genius.
Lily had been right. Just the look on Luca’s face had proven it to me yet I felt a stab of fear as his hand tightened around mine. We would soon see if his father thought the same or whether he would think it was a complete insult.
I didn’t know the significance of the dress, but I knew there was one. And you didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know it was a painful one. Which begged the question what the hell was the older Mr Moretti up to.
“Luca” There was lots of air-kissing as we came face to face with the man in question. The room, which could only be described as a ballroom was already packed with people milling about. Dressed in what looked to be their finest.
Men, with barely concealed weapons, prowled the edges.
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