Emiliana “Are you sure it's not too much?” I asked one last time as Oli handed me my handbag. “Too much?” He raised a menacing eyebrow at me. “When are you ever worried about something being too much?” He countered.“True.” I giggled at my reflection, twisting and turning in the long line gold fabric. The dress hung off of one shoulder which clung to my every curve. It glittered and sparkled on every move, it was almost hypnotising. Every step I took, the light would catch and shine like stars in the night. I held a matching clutch bag and strappy heeled sandals delicately peeped through the long slit of material that rode up my thigh.My hair was pinned up on one side, allowing my soft chocolate curls t

EmilianaI was beyond pissed off. No matter how much I had wanted to kiss Giovanni, in that moment he had built up my hopes so high only to let them crash around me. I wasn’t sure if it was a game to him or maybe he was losing control of his resolve or sight of his job. Whatever it was, his silence only added further to the embarrassment. I hadn’t wanted to talk to him after that, I couldn’t even look at him. As I stepped down from the stage, I could feel his mossy green eyes burning into me. It only forced me to ignore him even more and so when I saw Luciano standing so handsomely welcoming behind him, I saw my opportunity. “Emiliana,” his lips widened at me - it was a smile that reached his cheeks fully and showed off his perfect mouth. &ld

EmilianaAfter kicking my heels off and slumping on the couch, I had little motivation to do anything else. I was heavily flicking through the channels, searching for something decent to watch when my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up, I instantly knew who it was.“Emiliana,” his sultry voice called my name, it rolled off his tongue like a melody made by Mozart.“Luciano,” I replied with a large smile on my face. There was no doubt that this man gave me butterflies in my stomach and made my heart skip a beat. I wasn’t certain if it was the excitement over the prospect of dating in general or the way Luciano made me feel. Either way, I was enjoying the fact. “How was your day?” He asked me.

Emiliana   It was a busy day at work, meetings after meetings filled my diary and I was anticipating the Christmas break. I had two weeks left before the holidays and I had so much work to get through. I was naive to think that there wasn’t as much paperwork involved with being a CEO.  It was only the middle of the week and I was feeling swamped with how much I still had to complete. I glanced down at my watch, it was almost lunchtime and my stomach was growling. Hunger was enveloping me and I was struggling to find the time recently to grab something to eat. “Hungry?” A familiar dulcet tone caught my attention. Luciano lingered in the doorway, his golden hands clutched a brown paper bag. “I brought lunch.”

Emiliana “While numbers are up on purchasing, there are some figures we would like to address with you.” Mr Rogers spoke deeply to me, his white beard muffled the majority of his words but I could just about make out what he was saying.“Sure.” I replied pointedly. My assistant was beside me, she had been reeling out the data from the sheets while Sandra clicked her pen annoyingly from across the table. Her brown fringe wiggled frustratingly across her face every time she looked down to write something and I had to fight the urge not to pull a hair grip out and shove it into her skull. Melanie, the blonde bob haired woman that always looked so stern was wearing the same grey pinstriped suit as the last time I met her. Her arms rested either side of her particularly straigh