Sophia POV
Every muscle in Alessandro’s face was working really hard to keep that smile in place. It was equally satisfying and hilarious. Outside of the older man who had greeted them at the entrance, all the other men in the room were about Alessandro’s age—some younger, some a bit older—but they all seemed very interested in her, and in her choice of outfit.
Their eyes lingered on her for a moment too long. Some were impressed, others seemed unsure, but she didn’t care. Let them look. It wasn’t like Alessandro could stop her. She was finally taking control in a world that had constantly tried to control her.
“Nice outfit,” one of the men said, his tone a mix of approval and surprise. The words were innocent enough, but the way his eyes briefly lingered on her told a different story.
