ROSINA
I walk into the golden pivoted room, which is well-decorated with the dimly lit light emanating from every angle of the room. The crowd murmurs when attention is placed on me, with Don Lorenzo De'Russo's holding tight to my hands as if his life depends on it. I felt a deep spark of sensation within me. His face was a velvet of handsomeness, and his looks were a resonator of darkness and a cold aura.
Everyone's eyes were fixated on our hands, and as I glared at their lingering eyes hovering all around us, I was certain enough about what was going on in their minds as they glared at me.
"You don't need to let the eyes bother you further; focus on me, and everything will be fine as you please," Lorenzo whispers into my ears. His voice and closeness caused my heart to flutter at a co
