Dream

Tiara's POV

Messy hair, bare feet, and a sleepy face, I am standing in front of well-dressed Stefano Valentino, sitting poshly on his office chair, the same office I was interviewed for.

Looking at the watch hung just above his chair, on the wall, I found it was only 5 a.m.

I don't know what I am doing here in his office instead of sleeping. But who am I to ask questions to the great Stefano Valentino.

And to be honest, I don't even want to ask him any questions. With him, my brain worlds differently, it's as if, I just want to obey. There is this need to impress him.

And this thing scares me as I want never someone who did things to look good in front of someone.

I am a bit shivering, and no this time it's not because Stefano is blatantly checking me put with his intense gaze, no not at all.

Lier. My inner self mocked.

It's the chill morning winds invading his office from the open window of his office.

How lucky is Celina, at least she was not ordered to follow a devil, a sexy d