CHAPTER 78LENA POVI stood in front of the mirror smoothing the fabric of the emerald silk gown Salvatore had sent that afternoon. He hadn't ordered me to wear it. He'd simply left it with a note: "You'll like this one."He knew my size. He knew what color suited me. Even the diamond earrings matched the dress perfectly. I realized how much he noticed about me, more than he ever admitted.The island's annual charity gala filled the gardens and ballroom with soft music, crystal lights, and the careful laughter of powerful people. Officially it raised money for orphanages and hospitals. Unofficially it was where allies strengthened connections under polite smiles.I walked downstairs and found Salvatore waiting near the entrance. Black suit. Untouchable. When he saw me his eyes moved over the gown once, then settled on my face."Ready?" he asked."You chose well," I said.A faint smile touched his mouth. "I know."We entered the ballroom together. Eyes followed us. Months ago I'd been
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