When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
"Siena," Ricci said, not turning. Siena did not respond. She internally chided herself for getting too used to Ricci's voice; the way he said her name it was almost like a sigh. She stepped closer to him. "You made all of these arrangements for what?" "For you." "For me?" Siena scoffed."I never asked you for a ball." "No," Ricci replied."But we are on our honeymoon so..." He turned finally to face her. He was wearing a black designer's shirt and black pants. He had a small beige handkerchief peeking from his breast pocket and his gold watch glittered in the dim light. He had a refreshed look to him even though Siena had no idea whether he had even got a wink of sleep since their arrival. "I also did this for me," Ricci continued. "I wanted to see this dress on you," his eyes ran