𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝙈𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏

𝓢𝓲𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

My face flushed as Luciano's eyes swept the room, searching for the source of my outburst. I could barely keep myself from laughing at the absurdity of it all—I was standing here, holding up a flimsy piece of lace, and he thought I was in danger.

"Nothing! It's nothing," I stammered, quickly stuffing the lingerie back into my suitcase and snapping it shut. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I tried to hide the smirk creeping onto my face.

Luciano's gaze narrowed, clearly not convinced. "If there's something wrong, just say it," he replied flatly, his voice like ice.

"It's... I just wasn't expecting..." I trailed off, struggling to find the words. Deciding it was best to change the subject entirely, I cleared my throat and straightened up, plastering on a smile as if nothing had happened. 

"Actually, I just realized how tired I am," I said, waving a hand dismissively. "I'll just freshen up."

He stared for a moment longer, then nodded curtly before turning and walking out of the room. I let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

After all, how was I supposed to explain that his sister packed me a suitcase filled with nothing but lingerie and risqué pajamas?

I then grabbed one of the more modest nightgowns from the suitcase. a sleek, black satin slip dress with thin spaghetti straps and delicate lace trim along the neckline, creating an elegant and sophisticated look. As I slipped it on, I could hear Luciano out in the living room, presumably waiting for the food.

When I walked back out, he was seated on the plush sofa, scrolling through his phone, his face as impassive as ever. The smell of freshly cooked food lingered in the air—a spread of dishes that made my stomach growl all over again. Room service had certainly gone all out: there was everything from grilled chicken and pasta to fresh fruit and pastries.