Nestore's POV
"Aurora," I called, standing by the staircase as I waited for her to step out of the room
"A minute more, Cavarallo," Nina yelled from across the room, her voice drowning out the small groan from Nevio.
He was impatient, I was as well. We both needed him, more like the bane of our existence, except that he just happened to know something we needed.
"Aur..." I barely completed it when the door was pushed open, and she stepped out, donned the black dress Nevio had picked out, and whatever name it was of the makeup Nina had done on her.
"Bellissima," I muttered, the word slipping past my lips before I could stop it.
Aurora didn’t look at me. Her gaze was fixed ahead, distant—lost.
The transformation was remarkable. That black dress clung to her like sin itself, silk and
