White light burst across the Monaco street in sharp, rapid pulses just as Luca reached for her hand outside the restaurant. Voices followed immediately after.
“Sienna!”
“Luca, over here!”
“Are the engagement rumors true?”
Sienna froze instinctively beneath the glow of the restaurant awning while cameras clicked violently from across the narrow street. For one stupid, suspended second, she’d almost forgotten this part existed. The way privacy disappeared the moment Luca Moretti stepped outside with someone the public considered important enough to photograph.
Beside her, Luca went still instantly. He wasn’t startled. He was assessing. Calculating. His hand tightened around hers while security moved subtly nearby, though not aggressively enough to escalate attention further. The restaur
