Later that evening, Alessandro stood by the massive windows of their penthouse suite, watching the city glitter beneath the moonlight. Rome looked particularly golden tonight, but nothing compared to the thought that flickered constantly in his mind—her.
He turned when he heard the soft click of heels behind him. He had offered to take her out tonight, because they’ve been so distant.
And there she was.
Rose.
Wrapped in a silky, curve hugging black dress that shimmered subtly beneath the lights. It sculpted her body so delicately, he almost forgot how to breathe. Her heels gave her a graceful elevation, her delicate fingers held a small designer clutch, and her dirty blonde hair was swept up into a soft bun that bared the length of her neck and collarbone. Her makeup was minimal, bare
