VEDA

I stared at myself in the full-length mirror in my room. With Luca wounded, I'd managed to argue my way into keeping my own room for a

few more days, at least, so I didn't accidentally hurt him. I thought I needed the alone time, but after the first night, it became very apparent to me that… yeah, not so much. However, I wasn’t about to tell him that.

I smoothed down the skirt of the blush pink dress he'd bought me.

No. Scratch that. The dress he’d bought Nicole. The material was soft and breezy, and it hugged my curves perfectly. My eyes traveled from the top of...