Cara's pov
I couldn't be in the Salvatore mansion without snapshots of the time I let Luca f u c k me with his fingers swiping through my head like a slideshow. Even now as I helped Gina touch up her hair in her princess bedroom, I was fighting a blush as Gina rambled about a heroic story of her fiance, featuring Luca. She wasn't helping at all.
I finished up with the swirly updo, the style completely upgraded from the one Gina's stylist had done before. It wasn't that the professional’s work was bad, it was just what it was; professional.
It lacked the spice and fierceness that would aid in my stepsister's plan to seduce her fiance.
I stepped back to inspect my work. A satisfied smirk curved up my lips. Dante Fierro didn't know what was about to hit him.
“You aren't even going to
