Yala Smith
“Mr. De Luca, what a pleasure to find you here,” I say, approaching him.
Leonardo gives me a huge smile.
“Miss Smith, the pleasure is all mine,” he holds my hand like a true gentleman and greets me. “I must say you look more beautiful than ever,” he says after looking me up and down.
I feel embarrassed by his intense gaze, but I try to hide it.
“Thank you for being so kind. I can say the same about you; you look great in those casual clothes,” I say, looking him up and down as well.
Leonardo is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt that shows off his strong arms, black jean shorts, and white sneakers, a completely different outfit from when I met him at the ball.
“I like to dress like this on my usual days, but I'm sorry for requesting your presence. I hope I didn't interr
