Luciana paused at the door, one hand on the frame as she turned to look over her shoulder. “You should come to the gala,” she said, her tone casual, but her eyes sharp. “It’s for my ballet company. Big donors, lots of faces you’d recognize. It’s the kind of event you usually avoid, but trust me, you’ll want to be there.”
I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in my chair. “Why would I want to spend an evening listening to you prattle on about pirouettes and donors?”
Her lips curved into a sly smile. “Because Silvio will be there.”
That got my attention. I sat up straighter, the casual facade slipping for just a moment. “How do you know about Silvio’s activities?”
Luciana’s smile widened, and she shrugged, stepping back into the room. “I have my ways, mi amor. You’re not the only one with so
