Tanya, Mi Madre
Not even Paolo, the Don of the family, had ever glimpsed her so willful, proud, and charmingly mischievous.
Luciano was the only one who knew this side of her.
Now, Luciano bowed to her with reverent precision. "Madre."
Tanya wore a formal gown, a silk corseted dress that left her shoulders and neck bare. Her curves were gracefully contained, giving her figure a striking, sculpted elegance.
Yet, Luciano didn't stare. He kept his gaze measured, perfectly respectful.
Tanya had recently taken a fancy to oil painting, so he gave her a set of paints as a gift.
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