“So,” Luca begins. “I take it you like the place.”I clear my throat before speaking. “It’s absolutely beautiful and breathtaking,” I say. I won’t lie about this. He can probably see it in my expression and demeanor. “It’s truly remarkable what they’ve done to this place.”“It took a lot of work,” he tells me. “But Hiroshi managed to breathe life into his project. He had a vision and believed in it. That’s something I respect and admire.”I say nothing to this. I don’t need to look at the time to know that it’s probably around ten thirty. It’s too early to have lunch, and I’m not hungry. There are menus in a basket beside the table, and I wonder if this is how things work or whether Luca told his friend that he didn’t want to be disturbed. It’s strange, sitting across from him. I say, “It’s too early for lunch.”“I thought we could talk for a while,” he says, confirming my suspicions. “It’s not everyday that I get to sit across from Laura Walsh. This is my only chance to get to kno
Three whole days have passed since I last saw Luca Ferrante.I was never delusional enough to think that things would change once he stopped being around me all the time, so the disappointment I feel isn’t as consuming as it’s supposed to be. Things have been rough. Nothing feels the same anymore, and I’m starting to lose hope that Mary and I will ever reconcile. I haven’t apologized to her for my harsh words the other day. I just don’t have the opportunity to. Every time she looks at me, I see her eyes darkening with hatred, and I can’t quite understand if it’s because of what I said to her or whether it’s something else. Of course, the logical reason would be the first one. I was harsh and unsympathetic. I took out all my frustrations and negative feelings on her. It was a horrible thing to do.But this isn’t the Mary I know. My sister isn’t like this rancorous and moody person. She’s kind and forgiving, which makes me feel like there’s something seriously wrong going on. The wors
LucaI watch her walk away, not quite sure of how to feel. At this point, I'm being pathetic and I know it. Despite my instincts, Laura has given me more than enough reason to stay away and keep my distance. She hasn't shown an ounce of interest in me from the get-go, and I could say that she's rude to me whenever we come across each other. I didn't want to approach her tonight. I meant to keep my promise to her. I was actually prepared to tell my family that I'm ready to move on and that I made a mistake and changed my mind about the Walshes. This news would certainly please my mother. She's been dying to talk about Priscilla. I’ve been avoiding the subject, of course, for many reasons and not just the fact that I was heartbroken when she left me. My attention was fully on Laura. I regret to say that it still is, and that despite my best efforts, I can’t seem to stay away from her. As I said, I was prepared to ignore her for the rest of the night, but when our eyes met as soon as
I've been dreading the moment that we'd leave the party and have to come home. And this is the reason why. Mom drops her purse on one of the couches and walks toward me. "Can you explain to me what the hell that was between you and Luca?"The car ride was tense and honestly, the worst. I kept getting sympathetic looks from dad that didn't help me at all. He asked me for answers earlier but that wasn't the time or the place. Honestly, I don't know how to go about this. I'm embarrassed and ashamed. And to make matters worse, I'm being confronted about something that isn't even my fault. I scoff, feeling rage build up inside of me. "You're saying this like you saw me approach him and try to talk to him. I can't control who talks to me and who doesn't!"There's no easy way to approach this topic. The fact that she doesn't want me to talk to him at all makes no sense to me. If he truly wants Mary, then there's no reason for them to fear, but based off her reaction, I don't think that's
I decided to spend the night at Vinnie's place. Going back home didn't feel right. Things with mom are worse than ever, and after the things she said to my face, I don't know if I'll ever find it in me to forgive her for her actions and try to act normally. She makes me feel like the villain of the story when I haven't done anything wrong. I didn't ask for any of this to happen. Luca Ferrante was the one who came after me many times before. At first, I thought that he was investigating me simply because he wanted to know what kind of family he was associating himself with. Now that I'm going back to those memories, I'm seeing that maybe he was hinting at something from the start, but because I was told that he was more interested in Mary, I shrugged it all off. What he told me last night changes that. I can't ignore what he said anymore, and I can't act like I still think that he will choose Mary. He won't. If he ever considered her, he changed his mind a long time ago, before he
Feeling sand between my toes is just what I needed to unwind. After Brett left, I didn't feel like doing anything else. I had lunch because I promised Constance that I would, and she pretended like she didn't see my puffy face. It was the perfect arrangement. She asked no questions. I offered no answers. When I finished lunch, I went up to my room but it had lost its charm, somehow. It felt too confined. I needed a place where I could breathe and think without having my thoughts ricocheting. So I decided to come to the beach. I haven't been here in ages. I just never have time. I was always busy planning something with Vic or Brett but now I have the time, and I didn't want to miss the opportunity. Here, I have more than enough space to think.Telling Brett was the best decision I’ve made so far. Well, technically he came to me with his suspicions and all I did was confirm them, but I still poured my heart out to him. Surprisingly, though, he didn’t think I was responsible for an
Luca This is the third event that Laura hasn't shown up to. At this point, I don't know what's going on anymore. I'm lost. And yes, I've been keeping count. I won't waste time telling myself that I don't notice her absence. I'm a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them. I hold the truth until it can be revealed at the appropriate time. If that's considered lying then I'm a liar. So be it. But that's how I am. It's how I've always been. I've been meaning to see her and talk to her. Again, I know I promised her that I'd keep my distance, but this feels different somehow. It isn't an ordinary scenario. I have to know if the reason why she has been avoiding me is because of her mother and sister and the rumor they've been spreading around. I confronted my mother about it, of course. She told Miguel about it but chose not to tell me. When I asked her why, she simply shrugged and said that she didn't think it was that important. That was when I realized why she didn't tell me. It's
There's not much to look forward to these days and I don't know how I got to this point. Rather, I do know, but there isn't much that I can do to stop this. Having fun feels wrong at a time like this, which is what's stopping me from calling Victoria or Brett and are arranging something. I'm sure they'd find it strange of me, too, because it seems they're taking my situation more to the heart than I am. They're careful around me, especially where it concerns Mary. Going out so out of the question, and to be fair, I don't see much of them these days. I'm having lunch later in the kitchen, and it's the same with dinner whenever I do feel like having some. Dad left a message with Constance. He wants to talk to me as soon as he returns from his trip. I haven't gone to his office yet, though. He might ask me about Luca and I wouldn't know how to answer him. I'm confused about all of this myself. Besides, I'm avoiding the matter as much as possible. The good thing is that mom and Mary a