“I don’t know why…” Rio paused, his eyes trailing over me slowly, from the tips of my shoes to the last strand of my hair, clearly weighing his words. “You look… different tonight.”I gave him a faint smile, not interested in denying it or entertaining the thought too deeply. “Is that a bad thing?”He quickly shook his head. “Not at all.”He moved to open the door of the van—spacious and sleek, clearly chosen for tonight’s event. The kind of ride meant for comfort and convenience, large enough to hold wardrobe pieces, a small crew, or maybe equipment for shoots. I imagined Vanessa, before the accident, riding in this same vehicle for press events, agency meetings, or studio runs.“You look stunning in that blue dress,” Rio added, his voice tinged with approval. “It’s simple, yet somehow… graceful and elegant.”“Maybe it’s
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