*Sophie's POV*
'What do you wear when you're going on a date with the son of your rich boss?' I thought as I pulled everything I'd packed out of the closet.
"Luca!" I yelled, "It's an emergency. I need your help."
He opened the door, and his eyes widened as he took in the scene before him: me, dripping wet with my hair plastered to my forehead and a pile of clothes lying haphazardly around me. His lips twitched once, then split into a wide grin as he burst into laughter.
"You're a mess. All that intelligence and talent in your body, and you can't dress yourself," he joked. "What's the problem?"
I rolled my eyes and threw a shoe at him. "Well, I don't know what I'm supposed to wear to dinner with Jacopo. He's intimidating, Luca. Help me."
"Fine, fine, just don't assault me anymore. H
