Sienna should’ve known peace wouldn’t last. For exactly three days after the masquerade, Luca behaved perfectly. Which was honestly, slightly irritating.
He sent her coffee during long editing shifts at Noir Magazine, he texted her constantly, he somehow learned her schedule well enough to appear outside her apartment exactly when she finished work like some dangerously attractive stalker.
And worst of all? Sienna liked it far too much.
“You’re smiling at your phone again,” Theo announced from across the office.
“I’m literally working.”
“You just typed Luca’s name into a photo caption by accident.”
Sienna froze.
Theo looked delighted. “OH MY GOD.”
“It was one time.”
“You are falling hard.”
“I hate that phrase.”
Theo rolled his chair dramatically closer. “So when are you admittin
