Chapter 77. Their Star Sign

Rico had effortlessly and swiftly gotten Calla away from the hall without anyone spotting them or taking photos of her in that state. Anyone else would’ve struggled to slip out unseen, but Rico wasn’t just anyone.

He was Rico De Romano. That said enough.

He drove her out of the event venue himself, taking sharp turns and quiet back roads until the noise and lights were far behind them. Now, the car was parked at a curb in a secluded spot, hidden away from everything.

They sat there in silence, the air heavy between them. Rico didn’t speak, and neither did she. It was so quiet in the car that the only sound that could be heard was their heartbeat—if that were possible.

Calla turned to where he sat, and her eyes fell on his strong grip on the steering wheel.

Her gaze traveled to his face, and his expression was as blank as a wall. He didn’t give much away, but for the few months Calla had been in the same space with him, she could read him like an open bo