Sienna should probably have listened when people started warning her about Luca Moretti separately. That usually felt like the universe attempting an intervention. Unfortunately she was already far too emotionally compromised for rational decision-making.
“You’re doing the thing again.”
Sienna looked up from her editing screen inside Noir’s Monaco studio.
“Theo, you’re going to need to narrow that down significantly.”
“The Luca thing.”
“That also explains nothing.”
Theo dropped dramatically into the chair opposite her desk holding iced coffee and the exhausted expression of a man carrying the
burden of someone else’s romantic mistakes and entanglements personally.
“You’ve reached the terrifying stage where your entire face changes when he texts you.”
Sienna immediately locked her
