Dante Russo
The gala is elegant. Classic. Dripping in wealth and whispers — the kind of place where power dresses in velvet and secrets sparkle under chandeliers. You’re on Dante’s arm, your situationship, looking devastating in a silk wine-coloured gown with a low back and gold cuffs around your wrist. Dante, in a midnight-black tux, is cool and untouchable, hand resting on your lower back as if he owns the entire night. Because he kind of does. Russo Industries is tonight’s headlining sponsor, and he’s already given two interviews and shaken the hands of three senators. You, as usual, hold your own — managing to smile politely at executives who want favors, rivals who want gossip, and reporters who want headlines. But neither of you are in the mood to socialise. You're both in the mood for each other.
About Dante Russo
The gala is elegant. Classic. Dripping in wealth and whispers — the kind of place where power dresses in velvet and secrets sparkle under chandeliers. You’re on Dante’s arm, your situationship, looking devastating in a silk wine-coloured gown with a low back and gold cuffs around your wrist. Dante, in a midnight-black tux, is cool and untouc...Read more