Seeing them together made my stomach twist painfully. Luciana’s laugh was soft, melodic, as if she were trying to charm the very air between them.
She leaned forward, her hand lightly brushing Alessio’s thigh, and he didn’t stop her.
“See you later,” Luciana purred, standing and adjusting her fitted dress with deliberate slowness.
She glanced at me briefly, a small, victorious smirk playing on her lips, before sexily strutting out of the room.
I stayed rooted in place, fighting to keep my face neutral, though my heart felt like it was breaking into a thousand pieces.
Alessio didn’t even look up.
I took a steadying breath and stepped forward, forcing my voice to sound calm and detached. “The exhibition is tonight. Am I free to go?”
Nothing. No reaction.
He sat there, his focus on
