HIS EMPIRE, HER HEART
"I was building to something."
I take a sip of champagne to hide my smile. Dante's hand has returned to my back, and I notice, quietly, that it has moved slightly higher than before. I shift my weight just a fraction, leaning subtly toward Valerio, laughing a touch longer at something he says, and feel him adjust imperceptibly, drawing me back without breaking stride.
Valerio looks between us with something too knowing in his expression. "Vanessa would love this," he says, almost to himself.
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