Luciana’s POV

I stood on the last floor of my house, the fifth floor, staring at the city below. The almost-evening air blew a peaceful chill onto my face, and the city lights began to twinkle to life, mirroring the stars above. In my hand, I held a glass of my favorite wine. Donovan stood silently beside me, also staring out at the view, but without a drink.

“I’m not going to the gala,” I said, my voice flat, as I turned away from the railing.

Donovan’s brows furrowed in surprise. ...