登入I was still smiling when the call ended. Enzo, who had been sitting by the window, glanced in my direction. “Luca and Gia are getting married,” I announced. “Good for them,” he said, not sounding particularly impressed. I rolled my eyes. “You could at least sound a little happier.” “I’m happy for them.” “You don’t look it.” He gave a small shrug, then returned his attention to his phone. “So…” he began, watching me. “You’re going to Paris.” “Apparently.”
I took a moment before answering. “After I was adopted, I lived with a woman and her daughter for about two years. Then they had to leave the country, and I was returned to the orphanage.” Daniel’s expression changed. “They couldn’t take you with them?” I shook my head slightly. “Well, it’s complicated.” He nodded, deciding not to push further. “And after that?” “After I turned eighteen, I left the orphanage and started a new life. I became Nina Nyx, a ballet dancer.” His eyes widened. “Wait, what? You became a ballet dancer?” I laughed. “Yes, Danny.” “Wow! That’s incredible. I always knew you were good at dancing, but I never imagined you’d actual
NINA’s POVThe checkup went better than I expected. The doctor was satisfied with my recovery, although he still advised me to take things slowly and avoid putting too much strain on myself.Enzo had stepped outside to answer a call, leaving me alone in the examination room. I was scrolling through my new phone when the door opened.I looked up, expecting the doctor who had attended to me earlier, but another man walked in, holding a tablet in one hand.He glanced at me, then stopped.“Nina?”I raised my head. “Yes?”He stared at me for another second, a smile slowly spreading across his face.“You don’t remember me?”I studied his face, trying to place him. There was something familiar about his eyes and the shape of his smile, but I couldn’t immediately remember where I’d seen him.“I’m not sure,” I admitted.He chuckled.“It’s me. Daniel.”I blinked.“Daniel?”“Yes.”I stared at him before my mouth fell open.“Oh my God! Daniel? Like Danny?”He laughed. “Yes, Danny.”I couldn’t bel
I watched Nina walk toward the building until the glass doors swallowed her from view. I stayed in the car for a few minutes, the engine still running, my hands resting loosely on the steering wheel. Bruno glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “Sir, are we heading somewhere?” I didn’t answer immediately. He noticed the hesitation on my face and waited. “No.” I paused. “Actually…” “Sir?” I looked toward the building again, then leaned back against the seat. “How do you think Nina would react if I gave her a proposal?” Bruno blinked. “Sir?” “What proposal?” I hesitated, trying to find the right way to explain it. “I mean…” I rubbed my jaw. “She does seem to still have feelings for me.” Bruno stared at me for a moment. “You mean you want to ask her to be your wife?” “Well, that.” I paused. “But maybe not that fast. A slow step.” “Oh.” Bruno turned slightly in his seat to look at me properly. “You mean girlfriend to fiancée, then wife?” “If
“I will.” He gave me a doubtful look. “I promise, Enzo.” He reached for my chin, brushing his thumb lightly across it before letting go. “Have Bruno take you, at least.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he gave me a look that made me reconsider. “Fine. Just Bruno but no guards.” He seemed satisfied enough with that arrangement. “Good.” I picked up my handbag and phone, then leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “I won’t be long.” “Take your time, Tesoro.” I smiled at the change in his expression before heading out. Behind me, I heard him call Bruno to make sure the car was ready. The restaurant was quiet when I arrived. Daniel had chosen a table near the window, and he stood as soon as he saw me. “Nina.” I smiled as he pulled me into a hug. “It’s been a while, Danny.” “Too long.” He pulled back to look at me. “You look better.” “I feel better too.” “Good. Sit down.” I settled into the chair opposite him, placing my handbag beside me. We ordered drin
I was still smiling when the call ended. Enzo, who had been sitting by the window, glanced in my direction. “Luca and Gia are getting married,” I announced. “Good for them,” he said, not sounding particularly impressed. I rolled my eyes. “You could at least sound a little happier.” “I’m happy for them.” “You don’t look it.” He gave a small shrug, then returned his attention to his phone. “So…” he began, watching me. “You’re going to Paris.” “Apparently.” He nodded once, his expression unchanged. I stared at him for a moment, waiting for another comment, but he seemed more interested in whatever was on his phone. “Let’s go eat downstairs,” he said, getting to his feet. I followed him out of the room. We ate in the dining room, with Enzo occasionally checking his phone while I told him about the things Gia wanted us to do before the wedding. He listened, though he didn’t say much, and I was halfway through my meal when he brought up the subject again. “How l







