“We're leaving for the party! Now!” Valeria told him, trying to hold her laughter after Nick changed directions three times to avoid going to the gala.

“You just want me to die of a heart attack!” said Nick.

“Maybe, but first let's go to the party,” Valeria leaned into the passenger seat, not caring about the dress, and kissed him on the lips.

“Well, let's go to the damn gala,” Nick conceded, but the truth was that he wanted to turn around and take her to his apartment once and for all.

As every year, the twins were at the entrance to the hall welcoming all the guests, and if they were surprised that Valeria arrived clinging to Nick's arm, they didn't show it.

The party was beautiful, the conversation was pleasant, and the champagne was flowing. The chiefs of design from Bennet Designs and from many other studios had been invited, so Valeria got even more caramelized with Nick as she watched Anna turn redder than her dress.

But soon all her enthusiasm seemed to evaporate the ver