Luciana’s POV
I stood on the last floor of my house, the fifth floor, staring at the city below. The almost-evening air blew a peaceful chill onto my face, and the city lights began to twinkle to life, mirroring the stars above. In my hand, I held a glass of my favorite wine. Donovan stood silently beside me, also staring out at the view, but without a drink.
“I’m not going to the gala,” I said, my voice flat, as I turned away from the railing.
Donovan’s brows furrowed in surprise. “Why?”
“I just don't want to,” I replied simply.
It wasn't that I couldn't, but that I didn't want to. I knew that once more people got wind of who I was, my son's safety would not be guaranteed. They would desperately find my weakness and use it against me.
“You have to, especially now that things are goi
