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Paolo watched as To lady, spoke to her, she responded, he nodded, and walked back to the staircase The young woman looked up at Paolo from her seat There was no ser to be elsewhere Paolo slass at her She tucked a strand of that long, black, wavy hair behind her ear and gave hiain

Toain at his side and Paolo stood to face his butler “Yes? What news, Tomas?” Paolo was impatient to know the name of the beauty at his table

“Sir, she says her name is Sofia Aurora Ro Paolo’s own

“Is that all she said, Tomas?” Such a beautiful name to match such a beautiful woman

“Yes, sir That’s all I asked of her just as you instructed me to do”

Rolling his eyes, Paolo sighed “You’re right, of course Thank you, Too be stoic somewhere else for a while, would you?” That his manservant showed no ain, he couldn’t have his servants running around doing their own thinking while they were on the clock; it would be unwise to allow that

Finishing his large glass of wine, Paolo decided to uests, since it seemed that lass on the balcony railing and grinned back at Tomas as he headed for the staircase He knew it annoyed Tos of the balconies—especially the ones indoors

Descending the stairs quickly, Paolo laughed as he caught sight of To hiht with friends and complain about what an asshole Paolo had been that day at work? Laughing again, Paolo thought he probably did exactly that; the et it off his chest somehow to be able to remain so unmoved at work

Romano, Romano, Romano I know that name from somewhere, but Sofia Aurora Roh She would fit nicely in s in the world

Paolo reached the bottoreet some of his father’s friends whom he’d invited so they could see that Francesco’sused wisely The fat wealthy men and their well-heeled snooty wives were alelco as he could is

He shook a few hands and ht to Sofia’s table He had to reet her; he’d already wined and dined her, so noas ti, which he liked to think he was good at

Chapter 2

Sofia Aurora Romano

This was the last time Sofia would take her mother’s place to an event The host, Paolo Peretti, was a spoiled rich kid playing at being a rich adult and, in her opinion he didn’t kno to be a rich adult The lavish, foolishly expensive chef from France, the most expensive servants, the best cars money could buy, the best furniture, the most expensive and