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Luca and EmiliaLuca: Emilia. Emilia: Why does this sound threatening already? Luca: I gave Sienna a key. Emilia: Emilia: WHAT. Luca: Relax. Emilia: Luca Moretti just handed a woman a penthouse key and told ME to relax? Luca: It was practical. Emilia: Oh my God you used the practical voice. Luca: She kept forgetting her keys. Emilia: So naturally you emotionally collapsed into domesticity. Luca: That feels dramatic. Emilia: You once broke up with someone because she left a toothbrush in your bathroom. Luca: She arranged my skincare alphabetically. Emilia: And now? Luca: Sienna reorganized the kitchen. Emilia:... 

The problem with dating Luca Moretti was that the internet remembered everything. Unfortunately, so did Monaco. Sienna realized this at eight-thirty on a Wednesday morning while half-awake in Luca’s kitchen wearing his sweatshirt and scrolling through her phone beside the espresso machine. Then she saw the headline. MORETTI’S MOST INFAMOUS EX SPEAKS AGAIN: “HE NEVER REALLY CHANGES.” Sienna froze. The article had already been reposted everywhere. Old photographs accompanied it. Luca leaving clubs with impossibly glamorous women draped over his arm. Yacht parties. Scandals. Headlines from years ago stacked together like evidence in a criminal trial. PLAYBOY BILLIONAIRE DISASTER. HEARTBREAKER OF MONACO. THREE MONTHS MAXIMUM. Sienna stared at the screen longer than she should have. Behind her, Luca walke

Sunday dinners at the Moretti estate operated like beautifully choreographed warfare. Everyone arrived dressed impeccably. Everyone kissed each other on both cheeks. And everyone judged each other over handmade pasta and twelve-hundred-euro wine. Unfortunately for Sienna, tonight she was the main topic of evaluation.“You’re gripping the champagne flute like it insulted your family,” Luca murmured quietly beside her as they crossed the sprawling terrace overlooking the Monaco coastline.“I’m being psychologically assessed by Italian aristocracy.”“My family are not aristocrats.”“Your aunt owns a vineyard and speaks like she personally invented judgment.”“That’s fair.”Sienna exhaled slowly while candlelight flickered across the enormous outdoor dining space ahead. The Moretti estate looked exactly how rich European family compo

The fight started quietly. Luca stood near the kitchen island loosening the cuffs of his shirt after another exhausting day of talking with people who were always trying to get one over on him while Sienna sat curled at the opposite end of the sofa pretending to edit photographs she hadn’t touched properly in twenty minutes. The world was buzzing behind the windows of the penthouse but the silence between them felt strained.Luca noticed eventually because of course he did.“You’ve opened the same image four times,” he observed quietly.Sienna looked up from her laptop.“You monitor my editing habits now?”“You get that line between your eyebrows when you’re anxious.”“That feels invasive.”“It’s survival instinct.”Normally that would’ve made her smile. Tonight it didn’t. Luca’s

Luca decided they were leaving Florence approximately twelve minutes after ending a conference call. Technically, they were leaving *for* Florence. The distinction mattered. Mostly because Sienna was fairly certain kidnapping laws still existed.“No.”Luca looked up from his phone.“No?”“No.”“We haven't discussed anything yet.”“You booked something.”“I may have.”“You booked something expensive.”“Probably.”“You booked something expensive in another country.”Luca looked delighted.“See? You already know me.”Sienna stared at him from across the penthouse kitchen. It was Saturday evening. The Maison Laurent contract had been finalized the day before. She should have been celebrating. Instead sh