Kira’s POV
“Don’t you think this is too much?” I asked, watching as Aunty Linda applied the finishing touches to my hair.
“It’s just dinner. Nothing important,” I added, staring at the dress I was wearing. It was a simple brown gown with blue highlights, hugging all my curves lightly.
“No, don’t be silly, dear. This is your first dinner with his entire family. It is essential,” she concluded.
I let out a deep sigh and stared back at my reflection in the mirror. I looked good, really good—but I didn’t want to do this. An hour after we arrived at the mansion, Adrian had left without much of a word. Not that he had been saying much to me since finding out what happened with Romano.
He wasn’t exactly ignoring me, but his replies had grown short and evasive. And maybe pestering him about N
