ADRIKO
The blue Cadillac pulled up in front of The Baccarat Hotel.
I stepped out, adjusting my cufflinks before moving to Serafina’s side of the car. As I opened the door, she hesitated for a second before placing her hand in mine. Her skin was warm and soft.
The moment we entered the underground gallery, all eyes turned to us. Conversations dwindled, hushed whispers trailed our movements as we crossed the foyer to the main room where the auction will be held.
This is my first public appearance with Serafina since the wedding and the first time I’ve ever brought a woman with me.
Serafina moved beside me, her posture calm but I noticed the way her eyes darted around, quietly observing the room
I caught the leering gazes of men as they drank her in, their gazes lingering too long on
