| Italy —-Dinner party|
Antonio’s breath caught.
In a room filled with power, elegance, and tailored arrogance, only one person commanded his attention, and it wasn’t the billionaire standing beside him.
It was her.
Eloise.
Her entrance was a quiet explosion. The black silk gown draped her like sin itself, flawless curves, a thigh-high slit that threatened sanity, and crystals that shimmered like stars had chosen only her to wear them.
Her beauty was effortless yet arresting. Emerald eyes with full lips glossed in a muted rose, and skin that seemed to glow from within. Her delicate features are like art brought to life.
She moved with effortless grace, yet radiated a whispered power: get too close, and you’ll burn.
He couldn’t look away.
Unaware of his stare, Eloise's eyes swept a
