Chapter 215


    Sofia’s POV


    Luca’s hand was outstretched in invitation and I slipped my hand into his, allowing him to help me out


    of the car. Paparazis started to take thousands of pictures of the both of us at once and tried to shove


    mics and cameras into our faces, and I felt like I was getting close in the midst of all of them with the


    way the noise went up a high notch. I squeezed hard on Luca''s hand and pressed myself into his side,


    trying not to fall on my birthday due to how my legs were wobbling a little in the heels I had on at the


    moment.


    A few seconds kayer, the guards came out of nowhere and started to shove the paparazzi out of the


    way in an instant. I watched as one of the female paparazzi he’ll down as she got pushed, and I felt a


    pang of pity for hrt, and that feeling only started for a few seconds before I turned my head back around


    and shoved her out of my thoughts, after all, she had Judy recently disrespected my privacy and


    shoved some mic into my face rudely, not caring I’d be cool with it or not.


    I heard them a little as we got into the building, and as soon as the gates closed behind us, I could only


    hear their noises faintly. I stared up at the hotel which Luca and I were currently standing in and felt my


    mouth fall open a little, it was really high and looked really beautiful to behold like this. I turned my head


    around to the side and I caught Luca staring at me, making color flush up my cheeks as I huffed out a


    breath and ducked my head after a fleeting moment. It doesn’t matter the amount of times I’ve spend


    with Luca staring at me in this particr kind of way, it didn’t matter that at this point, I couldn’t count


    the amount of times I’ve felt my breath caught in my throat at the thhoitht of him staring at me like I was


    the most beautiful piece of diamond in the whine world.


    His gaze always ends up having the same kind of reaction on me and it always seems like it was the


    first time all over again, each time we lock gazes.


    “Are you nervous, bun?” He asked and I stared at the hotel at first before starting to shake my head.


    Surprisingly, I wasn’t all that surprised as I was supposed to be at something like this, which made me


    Luca had finally decided that it was high time I met with his best friend named James. He said I’ve met


    him once on our wedding day, and that he had kissed my hand in respect on that particr day, but I


    couldn’t for the life of me, remember who it was that he was referring to, no matter how much he


    described him to me. Luca didn’t really talk about him to me, he rarely talked about him to me, but one


    thing I was most definitely sure of, was that they were really close.


    Luca and his said best friend texts a whole lot and if they weren’t exchanging texts, they were taking on


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    Ynr phone: it made me start to once againe to the conclusion that the public are being a whole lot


    secured by the person who’s their mafia lord, because in every area and topic, Luca waspletely


    different from the one I was told about and hade to imagine up in my head. I admired their


    friendship and it sometimes makes me feel lonely each time I think about it. I had no one I was that


    close eith and it sometimes makes me start to feel depressed each time I think about it.


    I dragged in a deep breath and puffed it out slowly, shaking my head a little in order to push some of


    the hair in front of my face,pletely out of my eyes and lips.


    We were merging with not only James tonight, but also with Travis and his wife, Ka. I was d about


    that and about the fact that I wasn’t going to be the o my woman in the midst of them. I had a feeling


    Luca had arranged for Travis and his wife toe tonight as well because he didn’t want me to feel left


    out, since I’d be getting upied with talking with Ka.


    I loved his attentiveness and how he was always doing everything in his power to make me feel the


    mostfortable I can be able to get, in any kind of situation. We made our day in the hotel together


    and I couldn’t help but gape at the insides of the hotel. If the outside or the hotel had been stunning and


    breathtaking, then Ipletely have no words for the insides. It was just so beautiful and smelled so


    wonderful that I had this sudden urge to roll around in the grass which I could sight through the window


    from my spot here in the lobby.


    I turned towards him to see him engrossed with what he was staring at on his phone, and the middle of


    his forehead pulled together a little, making mee to the conclusion myself that he was currently


    deep in thoughts. I didn’t try to interrupt with what it was that he was doing at the moment and settled


    with silently drinking him up and thoroughly admiring him.


    His hair was one his best features, as it was in dark curls that could never go out no matter how much it


    getsbed on. Yes, I’ve tried it one Sunday where we were both at home and I had been in his arms


    on his thighs, and I had run my fingers through it for over an hour, and we’ve been watching some


    movie in the second sitting in the house. Before I realized what was happening, he hadpletely


    fallen asleep with his head resting slightly on my chest. I had enjoyed how his weight had felt against


    me, coupled with how his arms had felt around my waist. I hadn’t stopped running my fingers through


    his hair and after some time he came back to me, looking confused for a few seconds in a really cute


    way.


    One thing had led to another after he had woken up and then I started to talk to him about how perfect


    his hair was to begin with, and how the curls never go out. We argued about it for a few seconds until I


    had decided to go get ab to prove thst I was right.


    Funnily enough, I don’t think his hair was the best feature of his. It could be his jaw which was sharply


    outlined, or it could be his really beautifully shaped nose, or his perfectly outlined lips. I shook my head


    after a few seconds when I realized that Luca was starting to talk to me.


    “Yeah?” I called out to him, staring up at him.


    “The guys are already waiting for us upstairs, and yes, Ka is also here as well.” He started to say


    and I beamed at the mention of Ka already brought here. I had no idea of how it all actually started, I


    just know that one thing led to a lot more other things and now, we are really close friends. I just know


    that we’d ha e been able to be closer friends to her assuming I could leave the house whenever I


    wanted to, but that was far from the case.


    After the day we both met, I’ve only been able to meet with her once, and it honestly felt really nice to


    discuss with her and get to mingle with someone that wasn’t all the familiar faces I was used to seeing


    each day I wake up from sleep.


    We weren’t all that close, definitely not as close as Luca was with his best friend, James. But it was


    very obvious that Luca’s rtionship with James wasn’t bulky in a day and had taken years to get to


    this particr level, which was what gave me a littlefort.


    “Is your best friend here with a date?” I asked and Luca barked out a smallugh instantly before


    inquiring. “You mean James?”


    I nodded my head once and Luca only snorted before continuing. “Honestly? I didn’t even need to ask


    him for this because I was a lot sure he wasn’t going to show up with anyone in his arms.”


    We started to make our way towards which was going to lead us upstairs and I sped Luca’s bicep a


    little as we walked forward together.


    “Why is that?” I asked after a few moments as we paused before the elevator doors.


    “Oh, don’t ever tell him I told you this but, he’s shamelessly in love with my little cousin.” Luca said and


    I blinked up at him once and stepped into the elevator once tne doors slid open.