Six

Arabella descended the staircase like she owned the room, and in a way, she did. All eyes turned toward her. Even the pianist seemed to agree, as he played beautifully.

The red dress hugged her figure like a glove. She hesitated for a moment, scanning the crowd.

Then, in an instant, she brushed it off and continued down the stairs. Her poise was perfect, a polite smile on her face, and my God, she was beautiful!

My chest tightened. She was always beautiful, but tonight? Tonight, she was breathtaking.

I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

Marco was watching her like she was the main course, and I...