Brianna’s POV
I’ve never felt this much shock and genuine surprise in my whole life. Not even when I was adopted out of the multitude in the orphanage.
Adrian Maserati is strange. I’m not talking dorky strange, I’m talking psychotic strange. He is way different from what I imagined him to be.
Exceeding the mark by a large margin.
Starting from his appearance, he looked way too soft and sweet with me at this moment—gentle even.
But underneath that cute smile, even I, have half the brain to know that therein lies the actual Adrian that the rumors speak of. The one I was supposed to fear and tremble at. It laid dormant, and I didn’t want to know what he looked like.
His dark hair fell in soft, short waves, brushing just above his eyebrows. It made him look effortlessly handsome. I found
