I open my eyes and yawn. I had a good night's sleep, and quite frankly, I haven't been this happy in the morning for a long, long time. There's a permanent smile on my face and it's all because of Luca. I can't think about last night without blushing. I never thought that I'd feel this way about him. The change within me is drastic but, frankly, I don't regret it. I'm glad that I changed my mind about him. I keep asking myself how things would have been if I had chosen to ignore his advances. I wouldn't be feeling this way, and it feels almost ludicrous to not feel like this. "Luca," I whisper his name, then touch my lips with my fingertips. I can't begin to describe the way his kiss made me feel. It was like he was prepared to devour me whole. I've never been kissed that way before. And he kissed me without having to touch me anywhere else, and yet that kiss was enough. How would it feel to have his hands all over my body? The thought makes me shudder. I wanted him to touch me, th

I can't help but glance at him for the twelfth time. He hadn't said much to me in the car and it reminds me of the last time. Deep inside of me, I can't help but wonder if this is the real Luca and whether all the other versions of him I saw were fake and designed to lure me in. If so, he didn't finish the job. I'm enchanted with him but I could extract myself from this situation if I decide that it's the best decision for me. I won't stay in a toxic pre-relationship simply because I can't admit the facts to myself. The fact is that he has changed. Drastically so. I don't even recognize the man that's sitting beside me in the car. It doesn't feel like he's the same man I danced with and kissed that night a hundred years ago.I give up glancing at him and stare out the window instead. The view of the city is much more pleasant and less confusing. I purse my lips and try to keep my anger superficial. If he wants to see me, it's for a good reason. I tell myself this so I don't freak ou

The past few days have been hell for me.Things between Eliza and Miguel couldn't have been worse. I know this because their problems are becoming more public, I'd say. She argues with him in front of everyone these days and things are getting out of hand. They've been bad ever since they crashed the yacht. She pushed him and he lost control. I'm sincerely hoping that I won't cross her path, not while Laura is here in the house with me. I didn't want to bring her, but when my mother told me that she wanted to talk to her, I didn't know what to say to her to change her mind. My mother isn't the kind of person who changes her mind on a whim. If she decided that she wanted to talk to Laura, nothing would stop her from doing so. She told me that she wanted to talk to her to get to know her, but I'm worried and I don't know why. No, I do know why. She's Priscilla's number one supporter and although she hasn't talked about her to me yet, I'm hoping that she has finally understood that Pris

I didn't call Luca right away. I stayed outside for the longest time, deciding what to do even though I had already made my decision in my father's office. I walked around and around, thinking deeply. Wondering if I was making a mistake. The neighbors drove past and saw me pacing back and forth like a lunatic. They all gave me odd looks. I wonder if they can tell that I've been kicked out of my own home because I refused to obey their orders. How can they expect me to break things off with Luca so that Mary might have a chance? How can they ask such a thing of me and call me selfish when I refuse to do it? I haven't known Luca for long. And I spent half of that time hating him. This is risky. I know it is. If I abandon everything I've ever know because of him and end up with a broken heart, I won't survive it. I'm giving up everything for him. To be with him. It's insane. Brett and Victoria wouldn't approve. They wouldn't even recognize me. I don't recognize myself. The sun was s

I glance at the back of my phone again. I let it vibrate until whoever is on the other end of the line quits. When I woke up, I saw seven missed calls. Some were from my father, and the rest were from my mother. I don't know why the hell they're calling me, but I'm in no mood to talk to them. I'm deeply hurt. The morning has made things a lot clearer, and I've realized that the situation is more grave than I initially thought. They're abandoning me for wanting to be with a man that I love, a man that had promised nothing to my sister. God, was I supposed to reject Luca because my sister had a two-week crush on him? Is that how it goes? Am I the villain for wanting to be with him?Am I really that wrong?Tears sting my eyes but I tell myself firmly that I won't cry. Not again. I turn on my side and stare around the room. It feels odd, waking up in a strange room yet it's exciting at the same time. Butterflies dance around in my stomach, and I inevitably think about Luca. I bite my lo