ALINA
In a moment, I was standing beside Luca, holding the bouquet he had gotten for me, feeling the hurt on my wrist.
The next moment, I was in the car, beside his secretary, heading to a place I didn't know.
"Aren't you with the dress? Why can't I just wear it?" I asked her for the third time.
She smiled patiently. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Marino, but I am working under instructions from the Talciro family. The dress they have for you is at their boutique, and needs fitting."
I nodded. Elena probably didn't know anymore than I did about anything.
I knew about the Talciro family. In fact, everyone in Chicago did. But choosing me specifically for a custom dress that needed me to come for a fitting was strange.
No wonder Luca had gotten so angry when I refused his command to
