Isabella
If I expected Luca’s cold treatment to cease after what happened last night, I would be gravely mistaken. When I make it downstairs for breakfast, he’s already there with Rosa and Damian. Rosa throws the last few pieces of food in her mouth and rushes off to her room to pack her things for the day she’s spending with her mother. Luca gets up shortly after her, saying he has work to do, and vanishes, leaving Damian and me at the table.
“What’s going on between you two?” Damian asks the moment Luca is out of view.
“Nothing.” I take a sip of my juice. “Why do you ask?”
He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, and smiles. One thing I’ve noticed about Damian is that nothing escapes his attention. He might come across as nonchalant, always smiling and joking around, but his ey
