Gianna
I felt him step behind me, waiting in anticipation for my reaction. But I was in so much awe that I wasn’t sure what to say. He had scattered the entire room with stunning blooms of white roses. Even inside the gigantic jacuzzi tub that was bubbling with steaming water. The scent of roses mixed with the steam was one heady concoction. I was stunned because, frankly, I could never have expected this of Nico.
“Say something…” Nico whispered, sounding uncertain.
“I…” I turned around to face him, and his eyes intently studied me, looking uncertain. “This is beautiful. I…where in hell did you manage to get so many roses? They are everywhere.”
“You forget who your husband is, cara mia,” he murmured, grazing his knuckles on my cheek. “There is nothing that I can’t do. But do you like it?”
“I love it,” I smiled. “This is just…it takes my breath away. Why white roses, though?”
“You said every girl likes white roses…you were so excited to see that stupid bouquet that day so I brought you
