*ADELINE*
As the black sedan rolled silently up the manicured driveway of the Huntington mansion, my heart raced not just from the thrill of the moment but from the twinkling danger that seemed to spark off Vincenzo like the glint of his tailored suit. I was sitting in the back seat, cloaked in the disguise of a man—thankfully, my facial hair was holding up, thanks to some stubborn glue. It felt bizarre to be in a body that wasn't quite mine, but necessity demanded creativity, and a part of me relished the challenge. Beneath layers of robust fabric that reeked of masculinity, I could feel every pang of my usually vibrant self trying to break free.
Sitting next to me was Vincenzo—his presence was a contradiction. Handsome like a movie star, exuding danger that made the hair on the back of
