Mag-log in~FIORELLA~I hate that I’m impressed.I hate it more than anything else I’m feeling right now.Because Lucas doesn’t just present….he commands.I stand there, arms folded loosely, chin slightly lifted, watching him move through the room like he owns it. Like the space bends to him. Like every word he says is something these students didn’t know they needed… until now.And the worst part?They’re eating it up. Every single one of them.I watch the shift happen in real time….the distracted ones sitting up straighter, the bored ones suddenly interested, the ones who came here just to pass time now scribbling like their lives depend on it.He’s good.No….He’s very good.My jaw tightens just a fraction because he went first.Because now I have to follow that.Because if I don’t outdo him, even slightly, even subtly… then what?They’ll compare.Of course they will. And I don’t lose comparisons.Not here. Not ever.My gaze sharpens on him as he continues speaking, paci
~LUCAS~“Good morning, once again,” I begin, my voice steady but less rigid now. “If you are here, it means you chose law. Or perhaps… law chose you.”“But what is law, really? Is it rules? Statutes? Courtrooms?”“Or is it something else entirely?” I add. “Because the truth is….law is not just what is written. It’s how it is used.”“Before we proceed,” I say, my voice steady, measured, “I want to ask you something.”The room is quiet, waiting, and attentive.I let my gaze sweep across the students, slower this time. Not scanning like before. Not analyzing exits or corners.I'm actually looking at them now.“How many of you chose law because you were told it’s a powerful career?”A few hands go up, hesitant and uncertain. And I nod slightly.“And how many of you chose it because you believe you can make a difference?”More hands this time. Some go up faster. Some are higher.There’s a shift in the room. It's small, but noticeable.I take a step away from the de
~LUCAS~Zurich feels… quieter than I expected.There's movement, cars, people, the distant hum of a city that knows exactly what it’s doing—but compared to Paris, compared to the constant sharp edge of competition back at the firm, this place breathes differently.It's calmer, and almost deceptive.I step out of the car first, my shoes hitting the pavement with a dull, controlled sound as my eyes lift to the building in front of us.The law school.It’s… smaller. Not unimpressive, but not grand either. No towering glass walls. No intimidating architecture screaming prestige. Just a clean, structured building with wide windows and a quiet confidence about it.“Expected something bigger?” Fiorella’s voice cuts in from behind me.I don’t turn immediately. My eyes are still scanning the building, taking in the details….the modest signage, the students walking in pairs, the lack of overwhelming security or ceremony.“Maybe,” I admit finally, glancing over my shoul
~FIORELLA~Lucas steps into my room again, and just like that, the space between us disappears.Though it's not physically, but something about having him in the room again makes everything feel… smaller, closer, and more intense.I walk toward the bed, picking up my tablet.“Show me.”He moves beside me, close enough that I can feel the heat from his arm.His arm is not touching me, but it's too close.I keep my eyes on the screen. He leans slightly, pointing at a section.“This part,” he says. “We’re both explaining the same concept differently.”I glance at it, and I see that he's right Of course he is.“We merge it,” I say, and he nods in agreement.“Exactly. We should.”We fall into a rhythm after that…. talking, adjusting, refining.There's no tension or arguments this time, just work.And somehow, that feels even more dangerous.Because this ease is not supposed to exist between us. Not after everything. Not after that night.Not after the way we look at
~FIORELLA~I don’t open his message immediately, when I get a notification and read his name.And I deliberately lock my phone and toss it onto the bed like it insulted me.Because if I open it too fast, it means I’ve been waiting. And I haven’t.I refuse to be that girl.The room is quiet again, but not the same kind of quiet from before. This one feels… restless. Like something is pacing back and forth inside my head, refusing to sit still.I walk to the window, folding my arms as I stare down at the city. Zurich glows differently at night…..clean lights, calm streets, everything orderly in a way that almost irritates me.It's too perfect and controlled, too unlike what's going on inside me.My jaw tightens.This is ridiculous because it's just a message, from a colleague…. nothing more.So why am I standing here overthinking it like it carries any weight?Annoyed with myself, I turn sharply, grab my phone, and unlock it.Lucas: I’ve sent my part. Go through
~LUCAS~By the time I step out of her room, my patience is hanging by a thread.The door shuts behind me with a quiet click, but it doesn’t match the noise in my head. Everything in me feels loud….too loud for a hallway that looks like it was designed for silence and control.I stand there for two seconds, staring at her door like it personally offended me.Annoyance burns under my skin, sharp and relentless, mixing with something else I don’t want to name. Something far more dangerous.Then I drag a hand down my face and start walking fast. Because if I don’t move, I might actually turn back and say something I won’t take back.And that’s not an option, not here, and not with her.My footsteps echo softly against the polished floor, but there’s nothing soft about the way my jaw is clenched or the way my fists keep tightening and loosening at my sides.Fiorella Vincenzo is impossible. She's so complicated. And she's going to be a problem.No….she already is.And the worst part? She kno
~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
Alessandro shouldn’t have come. Every instinct tells him to stay away.But curiosity, or maybe something darker…. drives him straight to the masquerade ball party.After what happened yesterday, he couldn’t stop thinking about them.The triplets.So he did what anyone with too much fear, curiosity,
~ELENA~Vincenzo doesn’t take his eyes off me as he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto my couch in the room.“Stand up,” he orders softly, but there’s no room for disobedience in his tone.My legs feel weak, but I obey, standing slowly from the bed.Riccard
~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but wh







