Chapter 6: The First Public Appearance

By the time the stylist left, Isla's frustration was at an all-time high.

She stood in front of the massive mirror, her reflection almost unrecognizable. The deep crimson gown hugged her body perfectly, its silk fabric pooling at her feet. The neckline was dangerously low, dipping just enough to tease, but not enough to be scandalous.

It was a dress designed to make a statement.

A statement that she belonged to Alessandro Romano.

She clenched her fists. She should have fought harder, insisted on wearing something she picked herself. But Alessandro's assistant had presented the gown like a royal decree, and Isla had given up, knowing resistance was futile.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.

Before she could respond, Alessandro stepped inside.

Her breath caught.

He was a vision of power and control in a black tuxedo, every inch of him exuding confidence. His dark eyes roamed over her slowly, appreciatively, and Isla hated the way her skin heated under his gaze.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

She crossed her arms. "I'm not wearing this for you."

His lips curved. "No, you're wearing it for the world to see who you belong to."

Her jaw clenched. "I don't belong to anyone."

Alessandro stepped closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "Then why do you look like you're about to run, cara mia?"

Isla swallowed hard. He was too close, his scent—woodsy and masculine—messing with her thoughts.

She squared her shoulders. "Because I have no idea what to expect tonight."

Alessandro lifted a hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was light, barely there, yet it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Tonight, you smile. You stay by my side. And you convince everyone that we're madly in love." His voice dipped, dangerously smooth. "Think you can handle that?"

She forced a smirk. "I've handled worse."

His eyes gleamed. "Good."

He offered his arm. "Shall we?"

Isla hesitated before finally slipping her hand into the crook of his elbow.

As they walked out together, one thing was clear—

This was no longer just a business arrangement.

This was a dangerous game.

And she wasn't sure who would come out unscathed.