Riley POV
The school charity dinner should have been simple.
That was the lie I told myself while standing in front of the guest room wardrobe, staring at the only dress I owned that looked suitable for an evening filled with wealthy parents, teachers, donors, and people who probably judged others by the cost of their shoes before bothering to learn their names.
Most of my expensive clothes were still packed inside storage boxes at my old apartment, which my father had stopped paying for. The few things I brought to Luca’s mansion were either too casual, too short, too dramatic, or designed for parties where nobody cared whether you could sit comfortably for more than ten minutes. I had once owned an entire room filled with dresses for every possible occasion. Now I stood with one black
