Isabella turned to see Luca walking toward them. He looked handsome in his black tuxedo. The formal clothes made him look older and way less mischievous.
But there was something different about him tonight. His usual easy smile was forced. His green eyes kept scanning the room like he was looking for something.
"You clean up well, brother," Luca said when he reached them. His voice had a sharp edge Isabella had never heard before.
Matteo straightened beside her. His muscles tensed under his suit jacket. "Don't I always?"
"And Isabella." Luca turned to her. His smile was charming but it didn't reach his eyes tonight. He took her hand and brought it to his lips. His kiss lingered longer than it should have. "You look absolutely breathtaking."
Isabella felt heat creep up her neck. "Thank you, Luca."
The way he was looking at her made her uncomfortable. Like he was studying her face. Memorizing it.
"Save me a dance?" Luca asked. His fingers were still holding her hand.
