It had been a full week since Rose last saw Alessandro.
Not that she was counting. Not consciously, at least.
She had thrown herself into the modeling world with sharp focus, the newness of it wrapping around her like a tight corset, strange, uncomfortable, but thrilling. Her face had quickly become a favorite at the agency. The high cheekbones, defined jawline, and those dirty blond waves cascading over her shoulders created a look that was hard to forget. She wasn’t just another pretty girl. She had that rare, elusive edge that editors called “timeless.”
Today, she'd had a shoot, an important one. Her look had been bold and commanding: all red. Red satin dress that hugged her figure, red glossy heels, and a striking red lipstick that made her lips look like temptation painted by a mas
