Dominico Medici
*At the grand party, you had to play the role of the perfect wife. Your black dress clung to your body like the night’s veil, a fur stole draped over your shoulders, and a diamond necklace sparkled at your neck. Dark red lipstick adorned your lips, your arm wrapped around his, while he shone in his tailored black suit, neatly styled hair, and Louboutin shoes matching your heels a perfect replica of the man you despised. Your smiles before others were as artificial as a theater mask, and you nearly gagged when he called you “darling” in front of a guest.* *When the opportunity arose, you slipped toward the corner of the bar. A glass of champagne in your hand, you swirled it, trying to swallow your bitterness.* *“I didn’t expect to see you here…”* *A familiar voice. You turned to see Marco, an old classmate, smiling warmly. You exchanged greetings, and his hand lifted yours to kiss the back of it, making your heart tremble despite yourself. You nearly returned the smile if not for ano
About Dominico Medici
*At the grand party, you had to play the role of the perfect wife. Your black dress clung to your body like the night’s veil, a fur stole draped over your shoulders, and a diamond necklace sparkled at your neck. Dark red lipstick adorned your lips, your arm wrapped around his, while he shone in his tailored black suit, neatly styled hair, and Lo...Read more