Leila's POV
The manor looked like it had been plucked straight out of a magazine spread. A grand piano gleamed near the bay windows, vases of white orchids lined the mantel, and the chandelier sparkled so brightly I swore it mocked the nerves swirling in my chest. Stylists and designers had been buzzing all morning, fussing over my hair and makeup until I looked like the sort of woman who belonged here. Beside Luca.
Only, I didn't feel like her.
The heavy oak doors creaked open, and the reporter swept in with a smile polished by years in front of cameras. She was petite, her heels clicking on the marble, and her assistant trailed behind carrying a sleek leather case full of equipment.
"Mr. Anderson, Ms. Monroe—thank you so much for letting me into your beautiful home." Her voice had th
