Luciano was in the VVIP hospital suite where his grandmother was undergoing recovery. Francesca and Laura were there as well. Laura was crying hysterically while Francesca attempted to comfort her, but the grandmother was busy scolding Luciano.
“What is this, Luciano? I heard you canceled the wedding?”
“You heard right, Grandmother,” he replied, his voice devoid of emotion.
“You scoundrel! You promised you would marry and make me a great-grandmother soon. Now you’ve called off the wedding, even after we all agreed to let you marry—” She turned her gaze toward Laura, scowling at the girl's performative, tearful eyes before continuing, “—that model. Now you’re backing out of your promise!”
“Yes, Luciano, look at her!” Francesca pleaded. “She loves you so much that she is making herself i
