Emilia’s POV
Like Luca ordered me to do some minutes before he left me alone in my room, I had a bath and had dried out my hair. Now, I’m standing in front of my ceiling length closet mirror and staring at myself. My hands finger the pitch-black gown that Luca had set out for me to wear, and my eyes trace every hem and stitch seemingly in awe at the quality of it all. No doubt it was very expensive as per Luca’s taste and normally I wouldn’t want to spoil this, but damn did I look amazing in it.
The short Alexander McQueen suit gown clings to my body hiding most of my curves but showing just enough that I look both elegant and sexy at the same time. The black Valentino boots I have on compliment the look to perfection not to mention the gold jewelry that adorned my skin. I pout as I loo
