Chapter 382

Sofia’s pov

The moment we alighted the Lamborghini which Luca drove himself tonight, we were instantly swamped with the paparazzi. I was grateful I had slipped a pair of sunglasses over my face before leaving the car, and as the camera flashes kept going off without pause, I felt my head pound a little.

Luca’s hand closes around mine after a few fleeting seconds and he began to guide me past the swamp of paparazzis. It took me a couple of seconds to notice Luca’s guards were already starting to shove the paparazzis away from us. I ignored the questions and mics pointed in our faces, and the whoops from the people in an extremely long line, obviously waiting to be let into the club one at a time – as we made our way into the club.

We climbed up the stairs, walking past bouncers who hastily bowed on noticing Luca. On arriving at the third floor of the club, the first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t all that loud nor rowdy up here, like it had been in the vip section of that c