Luca had just entered the penthouse living room. It had been a long and tiring day for him; he had been out all day handling a lot of family business. As he stepped into the living room, Bianca sat on the plush sofa by the window, which offered the best view of the city. She wore a blue velvet dress and black heels. On her lips, she had applied a thick layer of blue lipstick, and her long hair was left to flow freely down her back. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the window, casting a warm light on Bianca’s blue velvet dress.
“Why are you dressed like you are going somewhere?” Luca asked with so much curiosity in his voice.
“I think you should take me out,” she answered, her face lit up with a smile.
Luca was more surprised at the fact that she had asked him to take h
