I could feel Bruno's eyes on me. His gaze was heavy, burning through the layers of my dress, lingering far too long on the bare expanse of my chest that I had purposefully left exposed.
The neckline plunged just low enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of my breasts, the curves practically spilling out, all for him to see.
I didn't bother to hide the smug satisfaction curling inside me. Every time I caught Bruno staring, I shifted just enough to give him a better view, letting the red fabric cling tighter to my skin, showing him what he was missing.
Across the table, Sofia's eyes were burning into me as well, but for entirely different reasons. I could feel her anger simmering,
She watched Bruno's gaze follow every movement I made. She wasn't stupid—she could see exactly what I was doing, and it was infuriating her.
Good.
I was here to make Bruno eat his words, and if it rattled Sofia in the process, well, that was just a bonus.
