Eva

HOURS LATER

The doorbell rang, and my heart skipped a beat in anticipation. I took one last glance in the mirror, smoothing the soft fabric of my dress as I mentally prepared myself for the evening ahead.

With a deep breath, I opened the door, and my gaze immediately found Lorenzo's. His eyes swept over me, taking in every detail of my carefully chosen outfit, lingering on my curves with a warmth that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Wow," he breathed, his expression unreadable yet undeniably intense.

A hint of a smile played on my lips as I took a step back, inviting him inside. I twirled, showcasing...