POV Lorenzo Morreti
I wonder how many hours a woman might take to get ready. Giovanna was already prepared; I saw her descending the main stairs of the foyer, looking like an angel in her delicate ivory dress. Her golden hair, styled in small waves, shone brightly, just like her eyes when they met mine.
She flashed me a big smile. She looked like a fairy, an innocent and tender creature walking straight into the jaws of a hungry wolf eager to devour her once more. It took her at least three hours from the moment she told me she was going to shower, and when she let me know she was coming down the stairs, I casually slipped away from the party and headed straight to the castle because I had something to do in the kitchen.
Almost three hours passed during that time, where she dedicated he
