THREE MONTHS EARLIER
Bianca's POV
I changed into the nightwear laid out for me in the guest room; it was scandalous.
A tiny slip of soft pink silk that reached mid-thigh, held up by scraps of string at my shoulders. Lace covered my breasts, but the fabric was so transparent I could see the outline of my own body in the mirror. I had to put the matching overcoat back on just to feel decent.
Who wears such a thing to sleep?
I was a pajama-top-and-bottom girl; I preferred it that way because I got cold easily. I liked fuzzy socks and comfy oversized shirts.
I sat at the vanity and stared into space. Today had been — I didn't have words to describe it. I survived a shootout, got blood on me, and a mafia boss carried me into his mansion. This was straight out of a w*****d romance novel.
