Chiara
There were five luxurious shopping bags lined up against the wall of the living area in the suite, and I couldn’t help but stare in awe.
Domenico was sitting at a distance in his wheelchair, like he had no idea what the bags were for.
“What do I do with all these clothes?” I muttered, pulling the bags closer.
Domenico looked up, his expression unreadable. “Abel didn’t say anything?” He raised a brow.
Abel and a guard had stepped in first with the bags, and Domenico only followed a few minutes later.
“We’re supposed to be at the summit in three hours. I didn’t get you a dress for it.” He clicked his tongue.
Get me a dress? Boy, I had a walk-in closet filled with different kinds of clothes that I hadn’t even worn yet.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I selected five. It’s sh
