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 Sienna woke to the soft sound of waves against the Monaco shoreline and the faint clatter of someone moving quietly in the penthouse kitchen. For a moment she lay still, letting the morning settle around her, letting the warmth of the sheets and the lingering scent of Luca on the pillow wrap around her like a second skin. She stretched slowly, her fingers brushing the cool space beside her. He was already up. She smiled. She slipped out of bed, wrapped herself in one of Luca’s shirts, and padded barefoot toward the kitchen. She found him standing at the counter, sleeves rolled, hair still damp from the shower, scrolling through something on his phone with a look of intense concentration. “Good morning,” she murmured. He looked up immediately, his exp

 Sienna didn’t wake to sunlight or Luca’s warmth this time. She woke to noise. Not loud, not chaotic — just the unmistakable hum of a world beginning to move faster than she was ready for. A vibration against the nightstand. A second one. Then a third. A soft chime from Luca’s phone across the room. Another from hers. She blinked, disoriented for a moment, then remembered the night before — the lanterns, the vows, the quiet certainty of choosing each other. Her chest warmed. Beside her, Luca wasn’t asleep. He was sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, hair tousled, scrolling through his phone with a frown that softened the moment he realized she was awake. “Morning,” he said, voice low but alert. She pushed herself upright. “What’s

Sienna had barely finished her tea when Luca appeared in the doorway of the living room, sleeves rolled, hair still damp from the shower, holding a notebook that looked suspiciously like it had been purchased for a purpose. She narrowed her eyes. “What’s that?” He lifted it slightly. “A notebook.” “For what?” He hesitated, then said with a straight face, “Wedding things.” She blinked. “Wedding things?” “Yes.” “You bought a notebook.” “I did.” “For wedding things.” “Yes,” he repeated, unbothered. 

Sienna hadn’t expected wedding‑venue hunting to feel like this — like stepping into different versions of their future and quietly asking themselves which one felt like home. She thought it might be stressful or overly formal, but instead it felt strangely intimate. Every place they visited revealed something about them, about what they valued, about the life they were choosing to build. Luca insisted on driving. He said it helped him think. She suspected it also helped him feel grounded in a process that was, by nature, unpredictable. She didn’t mind. She liked watching him behind the wheel — focused, steady, occasionally glancing over at her as though checking she was still there. Their first stop was a coastal venue perched on a cliffside, the kind of place that looked like it had been carved out of sunlight and sea spray. The event coordinator

 Sienna didn’t realize how tightly she’d been holding herself until she stepped onto the balcony of the penthouse and felt the quiet wrap around her like a soft blanket. The argument still lingered in the air — not sharp anymore, but fragile, like something that had cracked and was slowly knitting itself back together. Luca stepped out with her and stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders tense in a way that made her chest ache. He looked like a man who had been holding his breath for hours. Maybe days. Maybe longer. She stepped toward him. “Luca.” He lifted his head, and the look in his eyes nearly undid her. Not anger. Not frustration. Just vulnerability — raw and unguarded. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.