At Our Sweetest, We Fall Apart
"Isabella, do you really hate me that much?"
I didn't answer. I tightened my grip on Luca's hand and left with him.
As we walked out of the venue, a wave of freedom and relief washed over me.
Behind us, Lorenzo remained standing like a fallen statue, staring blankly at our backs.
When we arrived home, I opened the door and gasped. The entire place was covered in rose petals, the air filled with a soft, fragrant sweetness.
"What's this?" I turned to Luca in surprise.
"This is your surprise," he said gently. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small velvet box, and kneeled before me.
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