Milan looked like a dream draped in sunlight. The word, 'Beautiful', didn't fully describe how it looked.
From the moment we stepped out of the black car that had whisked us from the airport the previous day, I was wide-eyed, caught somewhere between disbelief and awe. The city seemed alive with elegance. There were tall, centuries-old buildings with ornate balconies, cobblestone streets where sleek cars whirred past fashionably dressed pedestrians, and shop windows gleaming with clothes I knew cost more than my entire closet back home or maybe not because my husband was a billionaire and only got the best for me anyways.
Jace had one hand wrapped securely around mine as if he expected me to vanish into the crowd at any second. His other hand was tucked in his pocket, that usual casual dominance radiating off him even here, halfway across the world from his empire.
