Spoiled By My Overprotective Brothers
A symbol of everything she had built, everything she could still become.
Dante was already there, leaning against one of the SUVs with his sunglasses on and his usual smirk plastered across his face. “Took you long enough, fashion queen,” he teased as she approached.
Liana rolled her eyes but smiled. “I had to pick the right outfit. You don’t fly in your own jet in just anything.”
“You could wear a trash bag and still look like royalty,” Dante said, straightening as Cassian and Leo joined them from behind.
Leo glanced at her, eyes scanning her outfit—a soft cream blouse tucked into beige tailored pants, her hair pinned loosely in place. “You look… proud,” he said.