Riley POV
I should have gone straight to my room the moment I entered the mansion.
That had been the plan from the second Adrian’s car stopped outside the gates. I would walk inside quietly, avoid everyone, remove my makeup, throw the blue dress into the back of the wardrobe, and pretend the entire evening had never happened. By morning, I would be fine. I would laugh with the children, argue with Luca, and refuse to think about the way Adrian had looked at me across the dinner table as though the new version of me was some terrible joke.
Instead, Luca had been waiting near the staircase.
And somehow, his quiet question had made everything harder.
He hurt you, didn’t he?
I continued climbing the stairs without answering, because if I opened my mouth, I was afraid the tears I had mana
