Bianca’s POV
I twirled a strand of hair around my freshly manicured finger with a smile curving my lips. The banquet hall was lavishly decorated, the scent of expensive perfume and decadent food filling the air.
It was a perfect evening already, and it had only just begun.
My mother had sent me a new dress just for tonight, which arrived just this morning in a wrapped gift box; it was straight from Paris, a custom designer piece in my favorite color.
The blood red silk pooled around my feet, and the fitted bodice perfectly showed off my assets without being overly ostentatious. It was the perfect gown to turn heads; especially Callum’s.
I had noticed, of course, the way his eyes constantly wandered to her. He thought I couldn’t see the way he looked at her, but I did
