LUCIANA
I'm still staring at Dario in my haze.
The rain isn't as heavy. I've just been hit by the torrents, which are not enough to make me wet.
I mean my clothes wet.
Dario is holding my hand in his attempt to lead me into the house.
“We need to get you inside, Luciana. You'll get cold, he tells me. My mind might still be on its way back to reality. Seeing that I'm still hesitant, he scoops me into his arms.
Why didn't he do that in the first place? Now I'm fully back in the real world. I circle my arms around his neck as he takes me to the house. He kicks the door behind him, locking it.
I'm still staring at him from an angle, melting in his arms. I don't want to let go.
He stares down while we're still at the entrance of the mansionette. Some drops of water from his hair fall
