Arianna's POV

"Olga, don't you think this is too much?" I asked as I gawked at the beautiful dress sprawled on the bed for me.

"Nonsense!" He said, snapping his fingers in the air dramatically. "This dress is exclusively made for beauty queens like you! I want all heads to turn the moment you enter!" He sang.

I laughed at his gestures. He was a wonderful designer and he had never failed this far but for some reason, I didn't want to be in the spotlight at this event.

First, I didn't want it to seem like I was teasing Gabriele. The tension between us was already thick enough ever...