LOGINAlbert please ooh... leave our Lucas and Marcella alone. Who else is also scared on Lucas' behalf?🥺
~LUCAS~It feels like I'm staring at Marcella.My chest tightens in a way I don’t like, something sharp and unexpected cutting through my calm as I stare harder, trying to find something—anything—that proves me wrong.But there’s nothing.Nothing.Even the way she holds herself…that quiet dominance, that effortless control, that look in her eyes like the entire room exists beneath her…Marcella.“Lucas?”I blink.Charlotte’s voice snaps me out of it slightly, but not enough.Not nearly enough.Because she’s still there, and I’m still staring.I drag in a slow breath, forcing my body to move again, to walk forward like a normal person, even though nothing about this feels normal anymore.The room is loud—soft jazz humming in the background, glasses clinking, people laughing, but it all fades into a dull, distant noise in my ears.Because somehow, she’s the only thing my brain is registering.Like everything else has blurred out just to make her clearer.And I hat
~FIORELLA~“Oh my goodness! Isn't he so handsome??” Charlotte says.“Who, Charlotte??” I ask.“Over there,” she replies, and nudges me to look toward the direction that she's looking at.And I immediately regret looking, because I see Lucas walking into the dinner party.I quickly scoff and look away.Handsome my foot!“Why the reaction, Fiorella?” Charlotte asks, almost teasing. “Don't you think he's handsome?”“He's not handsome,” I reply bluntly.“Oh my! You must really be blind not to see how handsome he is,” she says freely. “Or is it just your dislike for your new partner that is making you not acknowledge his beauty?”I don't reply her, and I scoff again.But then, I decide to get a good look at him.I look at him…. really look at him.For the first time since I met Lucas, I'm really looking at him now and taking every details, both facially and bodily.At six foot five, he towers above most people. He has black wavy hair that straightens toward the nap
~FIORELLA~The first two days pass exactly the way I expected them to…..loud, overly cheerful, and unnecessarily dramatic.The moment that official announcement was made, the entire firm shifted into something I barely recognize. People suddenly have more energy than usual, conversations are louder, laughter comes easier, and every break turns into a discussion about outfits, drinks, music, and who’s bringing who.It’s exhausting.I sit at my desk on the second day, flipping through a file with precise, controlled movements when some conversations drift to my ears.“I heard they hired a live band this time.”“No way, really? That’s so extra.”“And the catering……oh my God, it’s from that five-star place! I can't really remember the name.”I roll my eyes without even looking up.Of course it is.Because nothing in this firm can ever be done halfway.Everything has to be exaggerated.Even a simple dinner turns into an event.My pen taps once against the paper bef
~FIORELLA~There are very few things in this world that genuinely unsettle me.Not challenge me, not irritate me, not provoke me.Only a few things unsettle me.I am not easily shaken. So the fact that I’m currently gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary, the quiet hum of my engine filling the silence as streetlights blur past my windshield…is deeply unacceptable.Three weeks.Three weeks of travelling.Three weeks without my laptop.Three weeks with Lucas.The thought alone makes my jaw tighten.It doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense.This isn’t efficient. It isn’t necessary. It isn’t logical.It’s reckless.And I don’t do reckless.My fingers flex slightly against the wheel as I stop at a red light, the glow reflecting faintly against the dashboard while I replay the conversation in the director’s office for what feels like the hundredth time.Every word, every look, every shift in tone, especially his.Lucas.The way he stood t
~LUCAS~“I'm not joking, Fred. I'm really serious. The lady looks exactly like Marcella,” I say.I let out a slow breath. “Same face. Same features. Same… everything.”“You must have imagined the shock I felt when I saw her,” I tell him.“Lucas…”“But,” I cut in, my voice tightening slightly, “completely different personality.”“Define completely,” he probes.I scoff softly. “Cold. Arrogant. Rude. Boring. A control freak. The kind of person who walks into a room and somehow acts like she owns the air in it.”Albert bursts out laughing loud and unapologetic.“Bro,” he says between laughs, “This doesn't sound like Marcella at all.”“Yeah yeah.”“I wonder how you must have felt when you confirmed she isn't Marcella,” he says.“I felt really sad.”“And now you're about to go on a three weeks trip with her lookalike with a very interesting personality,” he laughs mockingly. “You're doomed, bro.”“Shut up,” I tell him.“No, seriously,” he continues, still laughing. “
~LUCAS~There are bad ideas.And then there are catastrophically stupid ideas disguised as “professional development.”This?This is the second one.I don’t say anything for a moment after we’re dismissed. I just sit there, staring at absolutely nothing while Linda’s cheerful voice fades into the background and the director moves on like he hasn’t just detonated a bomb in both our lives.Three weeks of no laptops and traveling with Fiorella.I let out a slow breath, dragging a hand down my face.This is insane.I finally stand, pushing my chair back with a quiet scrape against the floor, and for a second, I consider walking out without saying a word.But then I glance at her.Big mistake.Fiorella is still seated, but she looks… different.Composed, yes.Perfect posture, yes.But I can see it…..the tension in her jaw, the way her fingers are curled just a little too tightly against her arm, like she’s holding herself together by force.She looks like she’s about
~ELENA~I don't even know when we get home. I just feel someone pulling me out of the car and leading me to my room.I feel numb. My body, my senses, my mind….they all feel numb.The door to my room opens and I am led inside.“Take your bath and rest. We'll come to chec
~ELENA~I walk toward Nico, grab him by his collar and crash my lips against his, kissing him hard and passionately.The kiss is hot, hungry…and for a moment, the kiss is all there is.Nico groans low in my throat, his hands immediately going to my waist as he pulls me clos
~ELENA~Vincenzo pins me to the door and takes my lips in his, kissing me hard and passionately.The kiss lingers for a moment, hot, raw and passionate before he abruptly steps back. Like he just crossed a boundary.“Leave now, please” he growls. “Now that I'm still able
~ELENA~Nico's lips graze my cheeks…almost a kiss.Almost.And then the gym door swings open.“Damn!” We both exclaim.Riccardo walks in, towel over his shoulders. He pauses, eyes flicking between our too-close bodies.“Everything okay here??” He asks, voice neutral, but b







