As Randy leads Moretti away, I pour another cup of coffee.The caffeine in the last has barely touched my veins.
Surprising me, the pot is fresh.
Nothing but the finest service for Moretti.
With an appreciative sigh, I take a drink.Then, on my way back to the room, I snag a second sandwich.
Once I’m there, the assistant helps me back into the robe.For a few minutes, I get to sip in peace.
A few minutes later, Randy joins me.
This dress is shockingly beautiful.
It’s a mermaid style with a strapless bodice, subtle beading, and tulle cascade.
When I step into it, the fabric embraces me like a second skin.It’s warm and luxurious, and the beads are cool points of light against my breasts.
The gown hugs my hips while flaring at the knees.
The train is just long enough to be perfectly elegant.
“Have a look.”Randy turns me to the mirror.
My breath freezes in my chest.
This is perfect for me, in every way.
“What do you think?”But with the way Randy’s smiling and his eyes are twinkling, I know he’s not expecting an answer.
“It’s…” From every angle, I study myself critically.Even after a full minute, I can’t find a single fault, even though I’m very much aware of every one of my flaws.
“Perfect?”
I hate to admit that.But it’s feminine, sensual, powerful.Totallyme.“Did you select it?”
He shakes his head.“Actually you can thank your future husband for this.”
How can he know me so completely?
A knock on the door shakes me out of my shocked reverie.
Without either of us responding, the door opens, and the Moretti underboss fills the space.
In the mirror, our gazes lock.
“Fuck.”
His eyes flare with fire, then narrow with possession.
“This is the one.”His voice is gravel, filled with approval.
Emotion crashes through me.
He sees me, truly sees me, as the woman, not just Fabrizio’s daughter.
Slowly he moves toward me, and Randy makes a strategic exit, pulling the door closed behind him.
Now that we’re alone, the room feels even smaller.
