**Stefano’s POV**
The sound of her heels clicking on the tile made me lift my head from where I sat in the living room.
There she was, standing at the top of the stairs. I got up from the chair, staring like an i***t, my mouth half-open, my mind scrambling for words.
Holy hell.
My chest tightened, and I had to remind myself to breathe because seeing her like that took my breath away.
The red dress fit her so perfectly that it looked made just for her, highlighting every curve, with the slit rising to her thigh just enough to make my mouth go dry. Her hair was loose, golden, and soft, cascading over her shoulders.
Don’t stare. Don’t you dare.
But I couldn’t stop; I couldn’t look away as heat shot directly to my groin.
She was beautiful — no, she was more than that. She was fire.
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