Bianca’s POV
The heels of my shoes clicked softly against the marble floor as I made my way down the staircase.
I was dressed in a light blue silk dress. The gown clung to me just perfectly, much better than the one I wore for dinner last night.
That was because I had chosen this one for myself, rather than let Damian do it for me.
At the bottom of the stairs, my eyes locked on him, my body tensed just at his mere sight.
Damian was there.. waiting.
He stood in a dark blue suit, his jet black hair sleeked carefully.
He definitely looked the part tonight.
He face neutral, until when his eyes found me, I saw something shift.
Just for a mere second, maybe less, I saw his expression falter.
His eyes snapped wide open, his lips gently parted… like I’d stolen his breath.
The exp
