That day was one of the very few occasions when his home was full of people. On days when he was attending important events, if not booking a hotel room, everyone would come to his place to help him pull off the show. And promote it accordingly.
The living room had been transformed into a backstage area.
Abby was overseeing all details, barking orders at two assistants who were frantically steaming the tuxedo jackets, while a third one was polishing Luca's shoes.
A professional makeup artist and a hair stylist had set up a station with portable lights in the corner, working on Luca like he was a delicate sculpture.
Noah was pacing by the window, talking on the phone with the media, ensuring the red carpet arrival would be flawless.
Lexi was hovering around with her phone, taking short
