Eva
The city woke up with my name on its lips.
Eva De Luca: the woman who’d stolen Dante Romano’s heart.
At least, that’s what the headlines screamed when I opened my phone that morning.
DANTE ROMANO’S REAL GIRLFRIEND. THE TRUTH BEHIND THE ENGAGEMENT.
Every gossip page had picked it up, screenshots from my livestream splashed across feeds before I’d even had coffee. Clips of me with perfect hair, painted lips, and my voice steady as I told the world what it refused to believe—that Dante wasn’t marrying Serafina Caruso for love. That I’d been by his side long before the ink dried on their alliance papers.
For the first hour, it was glorious.
My phone buzzed with calls, texts, DMs from every direction. Models I hadn’t spoken to in years wanted “the full story.” A talk-show prod
