Valentina's POV
The dress hung on the back of my door, a floor-length gown with long sleeves and a modest neckline.
Leonardo had it delivered three days ago with no note, no explanation. Just the dress in a garment bag with a designer label I couldn't pronounce.
After the engagement party, hardly saw him again, always at work and I stayed at innhere because he said so.
“Oh God,” I whispered, remembering the kiss. “It's just for show Valentina, don't get too giddy,” I muttered, my gaze fixed on the wedding gown.
I stared at it now, my hands shaking. “Today is the day,” I whispered, but a knock on the door made me jump.
"Come in," I said.
Mrs. Chen entered, carrying a makeup kit and a velvet box. She set them on the vanity and turned to me.
"Mr. Monte requests you be ready by ten,
