Day one

It was Massimo who dropped me off at school on my first day. I sat in the back seat of his Rolls Royce beside him as we arrived at the University of Milan. I could see some students looking at the car as it passed by them, seemingly impressed. I sank into my seat, suddenly so nervous it made my stomach hurt.

“What’s wrong?” Massimo looked down at me, his eyes full of concern. “Che cosa, sei malato? (Are you sick?)”

I bit my lip as I couldn’t help but blush. He was just too good looking. Too perfect. Just like his brother. Curse the Armani brothers. The one I desperately wanted to want me didn’t. The one who wanted me I couldn’t have. Fucking hell. I stared into Massimo's deep eyes, lost.

Shaking my head, I snapped out of it, clearing my throat, trying to shake the thought out of my head.

“I’m fine. Just a little nervous, “ I admitted.

Massimo scoffed with a surprised chuckle. “Nervous? Sei bellissima (You look amazing).”

I glanced down at my designer mini black dress with beautiful