Luca watched from his car parked across the street as Annalise Moreno's driver opened the backseat door. She stepped out of the car and he could swear about half the people on the street turned to look at her but it was the oblivion to that attention he noticed.
She glanced at the watch on her wrist and then up, her eyes scanning the environment before she eventually stepped into the cafe. Her steps were soft and delicate, the flowy satin skirt she wore on a bold sleeves white shirt dress danced around her legs as she walked and he thought if he listened harder, he might hear the soft click her heels made on the pavement.
His hands on the wheel clenched tighter on it.
He hated her!
