Abigail’s POV
“Wait... this is where you live?” Luca’s voice cuts through the quiet, his tone filled with disbelief as his car rolls to a slow stop in front of the Heartfield Gate. His eyes widen as he takes in the huge-iron gates, the beautiful crest in the center beautified by soft lights on either side.
I stiffen, gripping the strap of my bag tighter. “Yeah,” I reply flatly, keeping my tone as natural as possible.
Luca leans forward, his hands gripping the steering wheel as his gaze washes over the gates and the long driveway stretching beyond. “You’re kidding, right?”
I shift in my seat, already feeling the weight of his questions before they come. “No,” I say firmly, though my voice feels small in the confined space of the car.
“You’re telling me this is your place?” he asks, the
