I’m enjoying spending time with Luca. Lunch was great—well, except for the hostess. Now we’re dress shopping. I can tell he’s not exactly into it, so I’ll make it up to him somehow. I fully plan on going to Victoria’s Secret today. I’ll pick up something special for him there.
My thoughts are interrupted when the shopkeeper returns with five different dresses. I might end up with all of them—they’re all perfect.
“Here you go, sweetheart. That one’s open,” she says, pointing to the dressing room behind her.
I thank her and take the dresses to the room.
“Need help, Bambina?” Luca asks, winking.
“No, I think I can manage. Thank you,” I giggle, closing the curtain.
I try on the first dress. It fits perfectly—a dark blue that hits mid-thigh. I glance in the mirror one last time before ste
