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“Didn’t my marriage proposal prove you’re the only woman I’m interested in?”
“You proposed because of Esme.”
“She’s not the only reason.” His hand stroked from the edge of her jawline to her sensitive lower lip. “You asked yesterday if I could be faithful to you. The truth is...” His dark gaze lifted to hers. “I have been. For over a year.”
There was a noisy burst of conversation from the other end of the service hall as a group of uniformed waiters appeared, carrying trays. But Tess couldn’t look away from his gaze. She was in shock.
Stefano took her hand with his own. “Come with me.”
“We should go back to the reception,” she said, trying to ignore the thrum of her heart. “People will be wondering where we are—”
“So?”
“Aren’t they your friends?” she said, bewildered.
“Acquaintances. I don’t give a damn about them. You’re the only one I want to please.”
“And Esme—”
“She’s fine with your cousin, isn’t she?”
“But...” She bit her lip. “What will my family think? Leaving my own wedding reception without a farewell?”
“It’s your day, Tess. Your choice.” His dark eyes seared her. “Do you want to go back and make small talk? Forget about what you think you’re supposed to want. What do you actually want?”
Tess’s lips parted. For so long, she’d worried about pleasing others. Always being cheerful, pleasant and helpful, no matter what. Maybe part of her had always been afraid that if she put one toe out of line her uncle and aunt might abandon her, as her father had, and send her away.
Raw emotion filled her. What did she want?
No one had ever really asked that before.
“I want to leave with you,” she whispered. His dark eyes gleamed.
“Then come.” His large hand enfolded her smaller one. As he pulled her down the shadowy hall, past the chattering waitstaff, it occurred to Tess that if their passionate interlude had taken any longer they would have put on a shockingly good show for a bunch of strangers. She should have felt ashamed.
But she wasn’t. After a lifetime of feeling invisible and desperate to please, something had made her reckless and bold.
Not something.
Someone.
Stefano wasn’t afraid of her expressing her true feelings, either good or bad. He was strong enough to take it. He didn’t judge her. He wasn’t going to punish her. He wasn’t going to leave her.
You asked yesterday if I could be faithful to you. The truth is I have been. For over a year.
His husky words echoed through her as Stefano led her into the Campania’s lobby. She shivered, hardly able to believe it was true. Stefano had been faithful to her for over a year?
Her hand tensed in his as he led her toward the elevator. Wealthy guests and elegant patrons at the lobby bar turned to gape openly at them, the famous billionaire prince and his redheaded bride in a diamond tiara and wedding gown. People started to whisper, to lift their phones to take pictures.
“Hurry,” Stefano said in a low voice, picking up the pace. She raced with him, clinging to his hand, her white veil and white wedding skirts flying behind her.
As the elevator door closed behind them, he pulled her hungrily into his arms. He kissed her forehead, her temples, her eyelids. He cradled her in his arms as if she were a treasure and he never wanted to let her go. And then he kissed her lips.
As the elevator traveled upward, Tess felt her body surrender in his powerful arms. When he kissed her, she was lost.
How she wished she could still believe in her romantic fantasy of him, that he was a handsome prince on a white horse, a strong, romantic hero she could trust. How she wished she could just let herself go, let herself love that man...
But she couldn’t. As he drew away from the kiss, Tess looked up at him. She couldn’t even think about loving him. Not unless she wanted her heart to be broken again.
