Saint Vittori. He was every young woman’s wet dream. Demetria had seen pictures before the formal dinner. His family was elusive, keeping their lives private, and there wasn’t much she could find out from social media. He was coming to Briarwood and she knew that given half a chance, she’d make sure she ended up with him. It would be the society wedding of the year. They would be a dynamic power couple with her background and his wealth. There wouldn’t be a door that wouldn’t open for them.At first glance, he seemed bored, aloof mostly. He was tall and imposing. She could feel the power radiating off him. She was sure he was just playing it cool.“Mr. Vittori, I’d like to introduce my daughter, Demetria,” her father, Bryce Winthorpe, said.A ghost of a smile was on his lips and when he looked into her eyes, her breath hitched. “Call me Saint, please.”His hand was warm, not clammy or sweaty, just warm. For a moment she wasn’t sure what to say. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”She was i
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