Emilia’s POV
It has been almost a week since I had that somewhat enlightening conversation with Luca. Ever since then he had steered clear of me. Whenever I came down to the dining room to eat, he stood up and left or when I passed him in the hallways, Luca ignored me and very much pretended that I didn’t exist.
For some reason, I had tried to get his attention in these situations by calling him master or even walking on his path on purpose, but it never seemed to do anything. Luca stayed away from me, determined not to speak to me possibly after the last question I asked him. After the last time I tried to speak to him three days ago, I gave up on trying and kept to myself. That is until it was the day for the event his father Giovanni Costello was hosting.
“Come in.” I say to no one
