Sofia’s POV
Luca was waiting at the bottom of the staircase.
He was in a dark suit — not the working suit, something different, something with a cut that suggested the evening was the point rather than the function — and he was looking up at me as I came down the stairs with an expression that I had never seen on his face before and which did something significant to my ability to navigate stairs correctly.
I made it to the bottom without incident.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
“The dress fits,” he said.
“You guessed my size,” I said.
“I didn’t guess.” He said suggestively which made me blush.
He reached out and took my hand.
Not the way he had taken it in the car after the courthouse — warm and certain and saying something. This was different. This was deliberate in a diff
