Luca's POV
Damnit, it took me forever to get the information I needed from Gibson, then it took forever to wash all of his blood off of me. I rush into the house, already dressed, expecting Mara to be downstairs and ready, but she's not. Ma walked into the hall from the kitchen and spotted me, "She refused help, she hasn't come down yet", Ma said. "Thanks, ma", I said, sprinting up the stairs, two at a time. It doesn't surprise me that she didn't want help, but I'm also curious as to why as well.
As I opened our bedroom door, Mara stood in front of the body-length mirror, in the corner of the room. I'm immediately awe-struck by her beauty, and the sight of the ruby red dress that hugs her every curve. Her dress drags the ground slightly, with an open-side, giving me the sexiest view of h
