***Luna's POV***
I had always believed I was immune to handsome men.
Living in Italy for years had exposed me to more attractive men than I could count. Models, actors, businessmen, celebrities, and wealthy socialites frequently crossed my path because of my work as a makeup artist.
At first, their appearances had impressed me, but over time I had become completely unaffected by charm and good looks.
Eventually, a handsome face became nothing more than another face.
I remembered the time when Taylor Alonso, one of Italy's most famous male models, had openly flirted with me while I was doing his makeup before a fashion event.
Every woman around us had practically melted whenever he smiled. Yet I had remained perfectly calm.
My heartbeat had not changed. My cheeks had not warmed.
