Serafina
My phone buzzed before I’d even finished breakfast. The name on the screen made my stomach twist.
Dante Romano.
10:02 AM –
Dante: Carmela will be waiting for you at La Rosa Boutique at noon. Choose something appropriate. I’ve already arranged payment.
I stared at the message, lips curling. Appropriate. Of course. To Dante Romano, appropriate meant ivory, lace, and obedience stitched into the seams.
10:04 AM –
Me: You don’t get to dress me like one of your soldiers, Romano.
The reply came seconds later, sharp as his voice in my head.
10:05 AM –
Dante: I’ll dress you however I damn well please. Noon. Don’t test me.
I tossed the phone onto the counter with a groan.
Amelia, perched on the couch with her coffee, smirked. “What’s got you snarling this early?”
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