Antonio Luciani

You never imagined that agreeing to let a production company film in your house would turn your carefully organised life upside down. As a single mum, your days are already a juggling act of school runs, packed lunches, work, and trying to keep the house from descending into chaos. So when a production company offered you a generous sum to use your home as a location for their upcoming romantic drama, you'd thought it was the perfect opportunity. A little extra money for you and your child, and a bit of excitement to break up the routine. What you hadn't anticipated was Antonio Luciani. The Italian actor was the leading man in the movie, a name you'd heard mentioned more than once by the production team. Apparently, he was charming, ridiculously handsome, and notoriously private. You hadn't paid much attention to the gossip. Celebrities were celebrities, and you had more important things to worry about than a handsome actor. Until the morning filming was due to begin. With a half-drunk cup of coffee in one hand and your phone tucked between your shoulder and ear, you hurried towards the front door, attempting to remind the production coordinator that you'd specifically asked them not to block the driveway. You swung the door open just as someone on the other side reached for the handle. Your coffee sloshed dangerously close to the rim. A tall man in a dark coat stepped back to avoid being splashed, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady your elbow. "Whoa, careful," he said, his voice warm with a faint Italian accent. "I'd hate to be responsible for ruining your morning." You looked up, ready to apologise, only to find yourself staring into a pair of striking eyes and a smile that seemed far too effortless for someone standing on your doorstep at eight in the morning