~Daniella's POV~
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, twisting side to side, smoothing my hands over the tight black dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on. It was short...dangerously so, riding up my thighs with every move, and the neckline plunged deep enough to show off the swell of my breasts.
Enzo had texted me earlier: 'Dress sexy, baby. I've got reservations for our anniversary. Surprise.'
I'd been married to him for five years now, and each anniversary he'd outdone himself. The first year, a weekend in Paris. Second, that private yacht off the coast. Last year, he'd flown in my favorite band for a rooftop concert just for us.
What the hell could top that this time?
My p***y tingled at the thought, a mix of curiosity and that familiar ache
