Aria
The last two weeks had been the best of my life, and I wished desperately they would never end. Luciano had confessed his love for me, even though it had clearly been difficult for him to say the words. My father used to tell me that powerful men never broke, they hid their emotions and preferred to show love through actions rather than words. I didn't know until now.
So when Luciano came home carrying a stunning red backless gown, a set of exquisite diamond jewelry, and a new pair of Christian Louboutin heels, followed by a team of makeup artists and stylists, I knew this was more than just treating me as his slave. Something had shifted between us.
“Get dressed,” he commanded. “You’re coming with me to a banquet.”
“You didn’t have to do all this for me,” I said softly. “I could
