Chapter 8: Olive Trees & Bumblebees
Adriana
Later in the evening, Luca leads me outside. He’s completely subdued. No poetry or telling me how gorgeous my body parts look, or even that overcharged grin I’ve seen him use on women. The one where he seems to be pulling his target under his spell the longer she glances into his eyes, which are absolutely gorgeous when the rosy colored rays of the sun hits them the way the beams are doing right now, giving his irises a deeper hue of blue, a hypnotic shade. Snap out of it, Adriana! I can almost hear Lis’s voice in the back of my head, chiding me for drooling over ten guys at a time; a characteristic that’s more like something my brother, Alek, would do.
“This is so beautiful,” I say as we walk through the olive garden. Casa Blanca sits at the
