"I LOOKED AND HE WAS ALREADY STARING."
SOFIA.
I barely made it through dinner.
The entire meal, I could feel his eyes on me. Constant. Unwavering. Like he was trying to see through my skin into my thoughts.
I kept my gaze fixed on my plate, on Isabella, on Marco—anywhere but him. Because I knew if I looked at him, if I met those dark eyes, I would break. After everything Luca told me today, after learning the truth about what happened to him, I can't trust myself around him anymore.
So I ate quickly, barely tasting the food. Made small talk with Isabella about her day. Smiled at Marco when he spoke to me. I played the part of the dutiful wife and mother while my heart was screaming the entire time.
As soon as dinner ended, I practically ran upstairs. I told everyone I w
