Luciana's POV
I watched in stunned silence as a low-slung, luxury sedan purred into the parking area, in a deliberate distance away. The entire sporting event—the noise, the cheers, the parental chatter—flatlined. Every head turned as one, their gazes riveted to that singular, ostentatious car.
A man rushed from the driver's side to open the passenger door. First, a flash of leather: a foot, clad in an expensive shoe, landed on the tarmac. Then, slowly, the figure rose, revealing the imposing frame of Romano, flawlessly encased in a custom-tailored, dark gray suit.
A collective, audible gasp echoed through the crowd. Immediately, people parted like the Red Sea, creating a wide, empty corridor for him. He moved with a chilling, self-possessed confidence that made my stomach clench.
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