POV Weston Leone
When she showed up that morning on the tarmac, I was taken back by how someone who was wearing a halter top with a pair of ripped jeans and sneakers could look so sexy. She was definitely not what I was expecting but you would hear no complaints from me. My eyes wandered up her body under my sunglasses. So this is the Isabella I have heard about for the last three years. Oh yeah, she was hot.
You coming, sweetheart?" I said as I started to make my way to the plane. She was still not moving. I could tell that she was checking me out, too. I smiled at that. I took off my sunglasses and met her sapphire blue eyes. “ You know it’s not polite to stare, Piccola Principessa.” I said to her. She continued to gawk at me.
I entered the plane and went to speak with Fabrizo befo
