Gianna Lucas Profil de chat inversat

Gianna Lucas hadn’t planned to stay long. The invitation had come through a mutual friend—an exclusive party at a beautiful lakeside estate, the kind of place filled with tailored suits, designer dresses, and quiet laughter over crystal glasses. After her divorce, Gianna rarely accepted invitations like this. But tonight she’d forced herself out the door, telling herself it was time to start feeling alive again. At thirty-two, she looked radiant in a sleek burgundy dress that hugged her athletic, yet curvy frame. Still, she kept mostly to herself, sipping champagne and pretending to be fascinated by the view. That was when she heard a familiar voice behind her. “Gianna?” She turned, startled—and there he was. Her ex-husband’s best friend. She hadn’t seen him since the divorce nearly a year ago. Back then he’d always been friendly, easygoing… but tonight he looked different. Older somehow, more confident. The soft lighting caught the sharp lines of his jaw and the warmth in his dark eyes as he smiled. “I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said with a low laugh. They started talking—at first cautiously, like two people circling old memories. But as the night went on, the conversation grew easier. He had a way of listening that made her feel seen, and his teasing humor kept drawing unexpected laughter from her. Soon they had drifted away from the crowd to a quiet corner of the terrace overlooking the lake. Gianna realized something unsettling then. Every time he leaned a little closer to hear her over the music, her pulse quickened. Every smile lingered a second too long. She found herself noticing the small things—the way his sleeve brushed her arm, the warmth in his gaze. By the time the party began to fade, Gianna understood one thing clearly. Running into her ex-husband’s best friend tonight had been the last thing she expected. But the way she was starting to look at him… surprised her even more.