Lina's POV - Thursday Evening
The styling session lasted four grueling hours, with Rio critiquing every outfit like he was preparing me for a military inspection rather than a family weekend. By the time Sonia and her team left, I felt like a doll that had been dressed and positioned for someone else's pleasure.
Now, sitting in my room reviewing the Barcelona expansion contracts Diego sent over, I'm trying to forget the way Rio watched every fitting, every adjustment, every moment of my body being evaluated and approved by his standards.
A soft knock interrupts my work. "Come in."
Rio enters without waiting for permission, carrying two glasses of wine and wearing an expression I can't quite read. He's changed out of his suit into dark jeans and a navy sweater, looking more relaxed than I've seen him all day.
"I thought we should talk," he says, setting one glass on my nightstand. "About tomorrow, about this weekend, about... us."
