Chapter 132
Aria’s POV
I stared at the red dress lying on my bed, my fingers hovering above the soft silk fabric. It looked bold… too bold. The kind of dress that whispered sin and promised attention. A deep breath escaped my lips as I slowly picked it up, the fabric smooth and almost weightless in my hands.
“Okay, Aria,” I whispered to myself. “Just breathe. You can do this.”
I stepped out of my robe, the air brushing against my bare skin. Carefully, I slipped the dress over my head, letting it hug my body in all the right places. The neckline dipped low, and the open back felt… scandalous. I turned to the mirror, my eyes wide.
I looked… beautiful.
Not in the usual, safe way I was used to. This was different. Dangerous. Confident.
I added the ruby earrings and slid my feet into the red heels that matched the dress. The mirror reflected a version of me I’d never seen before. A girl who wasn’t afraid to be seen.
A soft knock came at the door. I hesitated, then stepped out into the hallway.
The triplets were waiting.
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Dante was the first to look up–and his dark eyes froze on me. Enzo’s mouth parted in a slow, stunned smile. Matteo just stared, his jaw tight, the muscle in it twitching.
“Holy…” Enzo murmured, walking toward me like he couldn’t help himself. “You look like a sin I want to commit.”
My heart fluttered.
Dante stepped forward next. “You wear that dress like it was made just for you.”
Matteo came last, slower than the others. His eyes scanned every inch of me before landing on mine. “No one else should be allowed to look at you tonight.”
I felt like the air had disappeared from the room. “Is it… too much?” I asked softly, suddenly shy.
“Too much?” Dante leaned in, his voice brushing my ear. “It’s not enough.”
Before I could reply, Enzo kissed my bare shoulder, just a soft brush of lips. “Let’s get you out of here before I do something indecent in the hallway.”
The car ride was… something else.
I sat between Dante and Enzo, while Matteo sat across from us, his gaze never leaving me. Enzo’s hand rested casually on my thigh, his fingers drawing slow circles that made it very hard to focus. Dante’s arm was around my shoulders, his thumb brushing my collarbone.
“You’re quiet,” Enzo said, smirking. “Are we too much for you tonight?”
“Maybe I’m just waiting to see what you’ll do next,” I replied, trying to sound bolder than I felt.
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Matteo’s mouth curved. “Careful, little dove. That almost sounded like a challenge.”
The rooftop was like something from a dream.
Soft jazz played from hidden speakers. Candle
place was empty–except for us.
flickered on every table. The city lights stretched out like a blanket of stars. And the entire
“You rented the whole rooftop?” I gasped.
Dante chuckled. “You think we’d share you with strangers
tonight?”
My cheeks heated as they guided me to a velvet booth. I sat in the middle again, their presence close, warm, overwhelming in the best way.
Enzo poured me a glass of wine. “To the most beautiful woman in the city.”
I smiled, clinking my glass with theirs. “You’re just saying that because I’m wearing red.”
“No,” Matteo said quietly,
s voice deep. “You’d still be the most beautiful, even without the dress.”
My stomach did a flip.
Dinner was a blur of flavors and flirtation. Enzo kept leaning over to feed me small bites–cheese, strawberries, a spoonful of dessert. Dante wiped the corner of my lip with his thumb, then looked at it before slowly licking it clean.
I almost dropped my fork.
Matteo didn’t speak much, but every time his hand brushed mine or his knee touched mine under the table, it felt like a spark.
“So,” I said, trying to change the subject before I melted, “do you three always plan things like this?”
“We don’t usually share,” Dante said, his tone teasing but sharp.
“But you… you’re different,” Enzo added.
I swallowed. “Different how?”
“You make us want to share,” Matteo said simply.
After dinner, the music got louder. Matteo stood and held out his hand.
“Dance with me.”
I nodded, my heart pounding as he pulled me to the center of the rooftop. We moved slowly, his hand low on my back, our bodies almost touching. I could feel his breath on my cheek, his eyes locked on mine.
“You smell like roses and trouble,” he murmured.
I laughed softly, leaning in closer. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Enzo cut in, twirling me playfully before pulling me close. “I think I like this version of you, Aria. The one who lets go.
“She’s still learning,” I whispered, smiling up at him.
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