**Stefano’s POV**

The sound of her heels clicking on the tile made me lift my head from where I sat in the living room.

There she was, standing at the top of the stairs; I got up from the chair, staring like an idiot, my mouth half-open, my mind scrambling for words.

Holy hell.

My chest tightened, and I had to remind myself to breathe because seeing her like that took my breath away.

The red dress fit her so perfectly that it looked like it was made just for her, highlighting every ...