CHAPTER TWENTY

LUCA

Take her. Then let her go.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?"

"How can I look at you and not smile."

I tilt my head and stare at her black channel dress that is bare at the shoulder and her blonde hair that falls at perfect curls around her shoulders and the golden lightening of the hall for making her glow the more. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress."

She place her elbows on the table and press her face against her folded palms. "Yes, but I'd love to hear it again."

I lean my back against my seat. "You look very..." I pause and stare at all the exposed skin. Fuckable. "... beautiful in that dress."

"I never knew somewhere this magnificent exists in this city." Lily eyes flies across the hall to the large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to the gold table covering and black china, to the gold trimming dangling on the walls to the thousands personalities and dozens of maids serving tables. The dinner is indeed luxurious, it is not what Smith