Siena was still struggling to process how easily he’d bought everything she so much as glanced at. Dresses, heels, handbags — all piled into his arms without a word of hesitation. And now, with those purchases handed off to one of his bodyguards to load into the car, they were stepping into a place that made her pulse race for a whole new reason.
La Perla.
The boutique smelled faintly of vanilla and roses, the soft lighting casting a glow over silk, lace, and satin that looked far too beautiful — and far too expensive — to even touch. Siena hesitated at the entrance, her steps small, unsure. It was the first time a man had ever spent so much on her, and only today did she truly understand what it meant to be spoiled by someone. However, this man was her husband.
She drifted along the di
