“So Noelle, here is your selection,” Abby said, sweeping back the heavy curtain to reveal the man inside.
Noelle’s lips parted, but no sound came out. She blinked, once, twice, trying to process the image before her.
He is… magnificent.
That was the first thing that crossed her mind when she faced Luca West wearing that midnight blue tuxedo.
He walked toward the tall mirror, his stride confident. He wasn't looking at anyone. Not her. Not Abby. Not even Lexi, who was struggling to get a decent shot.
He stopped in front of the glass, adjusting his cuffs with that same stern expression he had worn all morning, while changing outfits.
But in this suit? That expression made him look dangerous — or even lethal.
It wasn't Luca standing there, though.
It was the persona who was about to be
