The Donna never forgets a face, especially one as handsome as his.
She watches him as he strides into the club, glancing around with his eyes slightly squinted, a look of concentration resting on his face as he searches around for someone in particular. He is dressed in a clean and polished black suit and from afar, the Donna can tell that it is expensive…
Ermenegildo Zegna, a custom.
Every single feature of his face, she remembers. His dark, shiny hair, shaved in the sides as a few of his wavy locks fall just over his forehead, the rest being jelled back neatly. The light stubble on his jawline and some above his lip… his sharp eyes creating a natural intense gaze, just as the Donna remembers, and finally that stare lands on her. The moment it does, he pauses for a moment before he beg
