Giovanni POV

I was on the sofa, half-listening to the news, when Mitchell came in followed by an entourage of stylists. Dresses, shoes and glossy boxes spilled across the living room like a small, extravagant storm.

My frown lasted half a second — then the dresses did what expensive things do: they stole my attention. One gown, in particular, stopped me cold. Dior. The same cut a celebrity had worn on a red carpet last season. The tag on the tissue-lined box might as well have said ...