Luca POV
The restaurant opening was designed to look accidental.
Nothing about it was.
Two black cars arrived at the same entrance within seconds of each other. Photographers had been told where to stand. Security left just enough space for the cameras to capture everything clearly. Bianca’s team had selected her dress, my team had approved my suit, and even the timing of our walk toward the entrance had been discussed.
The lie began before I stepped out of the car.
My manager sat beside me, checking his phone for the fifth time.
“Bianca is arriving now.”
“I know.”
“Wait three seconds after her door opens.”
“I heard you the first four times.”
He looked at me.
“You need to look comfortable.”
“I am comfortable.”
“No, you look like you are going to a funeral.”
“That is comfortab
