Luca POV
Bianca Vale looked exactly like the kind of woman the public expected me to date.
Beautiful, famous, confident, and impossible to ignore.
She entered the conference room wearing a cream suit that fit perfectly, dark heels, and a calm smile that suggested she already understood every person inside before they spoke. Her hair fell in smooth waves over one shoulder, and even without cameras around, she carried herself like someone walking onto a red carpet.
Millions of people followed her life.
Her films filled theaters. Her face appeared on billboards, perfume campaigns, and magazine covers. Every interview became a trending clip, and every man photographed beside her became a possible romance before the day ended.
To my publicist, she was the perfect distraction.
To me, she
