Sophia POV
Sophia squinted her eyes as she critically inspected her work. All night long, she’d cut and sewn, transforming a dull, conservative black skirt into a sleek pencil skirt, the high slit just enough to reveal a sliver of her toned leg—a deliberate tease for her lovely husband.
She’d reworked a plain, lifeless leather jacket into a form-fitting waistcoat, wearing it without anything underneath to show off a subtle hint of cleavage. The outfit was both classy and sexy, a far cry from the sleep-inducing attire Alessandro had filled her closet with. She couldn't help but wonder if he had let his grandmother do the shopping.
With a satisfied smile, Sophia entered the bathroom to finish her make-up before throwing her hair in a messy bun.
Just as she finished styling her hair, a so
