Ginevra
I sense him and can smell his mouthwatering cologne before I actually hear him talk.
“Tommaso, hi.”
My heart doing a backflip risks having me collapsing on the shiny parquet of the big hall as I turn to face Ruggerio who is shaking hands with my future husband. He looks gorgeous.
How shocking.
His black tailored suit hugs his bulky figure perfectly. Tommaso is already chatting along as Ruggerio sets his eyes on me, his jaw clenching. I’m hypnotized by his gaze and have to push down the urge to beg him to get me out of here.
Whisk me away.
I’m so engrossed by him that I barely notice the beautiful blonde hanging at his arm.
Oh, nice. I guess he got over me not answering his texts pretty well.
Tommaso follows his gaze and, like the intelligent boy he is, he lays his arms aro
