Anna’s POV
I should’ve known the moment Dominic said, “It’s taken care of.” That man doesn’t handle things—he annihilates obstacles. So, of course, Anthony Bellafonte, the Anthony Bellafonte, managed to pull a gown out of thin air in two days. The same Anthony whose client waitlist is longer than a royal coronation and twice as dramatic.
And here he was now, fluttering around me like a peacock draped in silk.
“Bellissima,” he breathed, circling me with the intensity of a man inspecting a priceless artifact. “How do you exist, hm? Women would sell their souls to look like this, and you—” He snapped his fingers in the air. “You roll out of bed and ruin couture for the rest of humanity.”
I laughed, a little nervously, smoothing down the skirt. “I don’t know about ruining couture. More lik
