Luca's POV
As I got out of the smooth, shiny black car, I made sure to close the door with a strong bang, and I could feel the impact travel through my entire body. The sound of the car's engine gradually faded away, and in its place, I could feel a deep sense of anger and frustration bubbling up inside me.
With my jaw tightly clenched, I confidently walked up the path leading to my house. My mind was racing with thoughts and memories from the argument I had just had with a man named Don Moretti.
“Why does that old man think he has the right to dictate how I live my life in such an unreasonable way?”
I quietly complained to myself, feeling a wave of irritation wash over me that I really didn’t want to deal with. Just the idea of his expectation…
“Marry Camila? Just like it’s the easie
