The entire store went still.
Heavy footsteps cut through the silence, each one deliberate… commanding.
The polished black leather shoes that stopped just inches from her own came into Rosa’s tearful view first. Slowly, she lifted her lashes, her eyes tracing the tall, imposing frame before her. Broad shoulders. A tailored suit that screamed power.
And then—finally—her eyes reached his face.
Luciano was standing right in front of her.
His expression was unreadable, carved from ice.
“Whatever jewelry is missing,” he said coldly, “I’ll pay for it.”
His gaze flicked to the piece Laura claimed she found in Rosa’s pocket.
“Even that one. Just let it go.”
Rosa’s eyes snapped to his face in shock, as if she wasn’t really hearing him—like she was imagining it. But then she saw him pull hi
