I didn’t sleep.
Not after that.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again. The way he moved. The way the room didn’t react. The way blood looked against white marble like it belonged there.
Like it was normal.
By morning, I felt hollow.
Not scared the way I expected.
Not panicked.
Just… numb.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
“Mrs. Giordano?”
Sofia.
Of course.
I pushed myself up slowly, running a hand through my hair. “Come in.”
She stepped inside, her expression calm as always, like nothing in this world ever surprised her.
“You have a fitting this morning,” she said.
A fitting.
Right.
Because life didn’t stop.
Even after everything.
“Of course I do,” I muttered.
—
The boutique was exactly what I expected.
Expensive.
Quiet.
Controlled.
Everything about Luca’s wo
