I leave the shopping mall with my heart in my throat. I can't believe that crazy woman said that to me. The look in her eyes was wild and honestly, feral. I have no doubt that she was talking about Luca and not her husband. She has no reason to warn me off him. But why? Why would she say such a thing to me? What is it to her? She didn't sound like she was advising me. It sounded like she was threatening me. I decided to let the matter go. Going after her and causing a scene would lead to nothing. I'd only embarrass myself dealing with someone as crazy as her. I huff indignantly as I remember her words. This has worsened my mood considerably and cut my small me-moment short. I probably shouldn't have taken the things she said to me to the heart, but because this topic is already so sensitive to me, I can't control the way I feel about it. I search for my car keys in my purse. My hands are shaking a little; that's how infuriated I am. Her threat makes no sense although I have notice
“So,” Luca begins. “I take it you like the place.”I clear my throat before speaking. “It’s absolutely beautiful and breathtaking,” I say. I won’t lie about this. He can probably see it in my expression and demeanor. “It’s truly remarkable what they’ve done to this place.”“It took a lot of work,” he tells me. “But Hiroshi managed to breathe life into his project. He had a vision and believed in it. That’s something I respect and admire.”I say nothing to this. I don’t need to look at the time to know that it’s probably around ten thirty. It’s too early to have lunch, and I’m not hungry. There are menus in a basket beside the table, and I wonder if this is how things work or whether Luca told his friend that he didn’t want to be disturbed. It’s strange, sitting across from him. I say, “It’s too early for lunch.”“I thought we could talk for a while,” he says, confirming my suspicions. “It’s not everyday that I get to sit across from Laura Walsh. This is my only chance to get to kno
Three whole days have passed since I last saw Luca Ferrante.I was never delusional enough to think that things would change once he stopped being around me all the time, so the disappointment I feel isn’t as consuming as it’s supposed to be. Things have been rough. Nothing feels the same anymore, and I’m starting to lose hope that Mary and I will ever reconcile. I haven’t apologized to her for my harsh words the other day. I just don’t have the opportunity to. Every time she looks at me, I see her eyes darkening with hatred, and I can’t quite understand if it’s because of what I said to her or whether it’s something else. Of course, the logical reason would be the first one. I was harsh and unsympathetic. I took out all my frustrations and negative feelings on her. It was a horrible thing to do.But this isn’t the Mary I know. My sister isn’t like this rancorous and moody person. She’s kind and forgiving, which makes me feel like there’s something seriously wrong going on. The wors
LucaI watch her walk away, not quite sure of how to feel. At this point, I'm being pathetic and I know it. Despite my instincts, Laura has given me more than enough reason to stay away and keep my distance. She hasn't shown an ounce of interest in me from the get-go, and I could say that she's rude to me whenever we come across each other. I didn't want to approach her tonight. I meant to keep my promise to her. I was actually prepared to tell my family that I'm ready to move on and that I made a mistake and changed my mind about the Walshes. This news would certainly please my mother. She's been dying to talk about Priscilla. I’ve been avoiding the subject, of course, for many reasons and not just the fact that I was heartbroken when she left me. My attention was fully on Laura. I regret to say that it still is, and that despite my best efforts, I can’t seem to stay away from her. As I said, I was prepared to ignore her for the rest of the night, but when our eyes met as soon as
I've been dreading the moment that we'd leave the party and have to come home. And this is the reason why. Mom drops her purse on one of the couches and walks toward me. "Can you explain to me what the hell that was between you and Luca?"The car ride was tense and honestly, the worst. I kept getting sympathetic looks from dad that didn't help me at all. He asked me for answers earlier but that wasn't the time or the place. Honestly, I don't know how to go about this. I'm embarrassed and ashamed. And to make matters worse, I'm being confronted about something that isn't even my fault. I scoff, feeling rage build up inside of me. "You're saying this like you saw me approach him and try to talk to him. I can't control who talks to me and who doesn't!"There's no easy way to approach this topic. The fact that she doesn't want me to talk to him at all makes no sense to me. If he truly wants Mary, then there's no reason for them to fear, but based off her reaction, I don't think that's
I decided to spend the night at Vinnie's place. Going back home didn't feel right. Things with mom are worse than ever, and after the things she said to my face, I don't know if I'll ever find it in me to forgive her for her actions and try to act normally. She makes me feel like the villain of the story when I haven't done anything wrong. I didn't ask for any of this to happen. Luca Ferrante was the one who came after me many times before. At first, I thought that he was investigating me simply because he wanted to know what kind of family he was associating himself with. Now that I'm going back to those memories, I'm seeing that maybe he was hinting at something from the start, but because I was told that he was more interested in Mary, I shrugged it all off. What he told me last night changes that. I can't ignore what he said anymore, and I can't act like I still think that he will choose Mary. He won't. If he ever considered her, he changed his mind a long time ago, before he
Feeling sand between my toes is just what I needed to unwind. After Brett left, I didn't feel like doing anything else. I had lunch because I promised Constance that I would, and she pretended like she didn't see my puffy face. It was the perfect arrangement. She asked no questions. I offered no answers. When I finished lunch, I went up to my room but it had lost its charm, somehow. It felt too confined. I needed a place where I could breathe and think without having my thoughts ricocheting. So I decided to come to the beach. I haven't been here in ages. I just never have time. I was always busy planning something with Vic or Brett but now I have the time, and I didn't want to miss the opportunity. Here, I have more than enough space to think.Telling Brett was the best decision I’ve made so far. Well, technically he came to me with his suspicions and all I did was confirm them, but I still poured my heart out to him. Surprisingly, though, he didn’t think I was responsible for an
Luca This is the third event that Laura hasn't shown up to. At this point, I don't know what's going on anymore. I'm lost. And yes, I've been keeping count. I won't waste time telling myself that I don't notice her absence. I'm a lot of things, but a liar isn't one of them. I hold the truth until it can be revealed at the appropriate time. If that's considered lying then I'm a liar. So be it. But that's how I am. It's how I've always been. I've been meaning to see her and talk to her. Again, I know I promised her that I'd keep my distance, but this feels different somehow. It isn't an ordinary scenario. I have to know if the reason why she has been avoiding me is because of her mother and sister and the rumor they've been spreading around. I confronted my mother about it, of course. She told Miguel about it but chose not to tell me. When I asked her why, she simply shrugged and said that she didn't think it was that important. That was when I realized why she didn't tell me. It's
LucaI'm the last to see Laura, mostly because I want us to be alone for a long time. There's a lot I have to say to her, and I suspect that there's a lot she wants to say to me. She recovered well, and the doctors expect that she'll recuperate fairly quickly. She's tough. She broke a few ribs during her fall and fractured her skull, but she'll be just fine. It could have been a lot worse. She could have died. She could have been paralyzed from the neck down. But she survived. When I saw the crime scene, I realized that a miracle must have happened, because there was no way she had made it out alive when Miguel and Mary had over twenty guns in the apartment with them. The bloody scene was also an indication that something terrible had happened. We didn't have the details, but the police connected the dots fairly quickly. Miguel and Mary were lovers. Judging by the evidence they found, he was involved in the shooting. I was disappointed. Beyond that. I had no words for what I felt. I
I crack my eyes open. The light ahead is too bright, so I close my eyes for a while longer before opening them again. My head spins. I'm awake yet tired. My closed eyes make me fall back asleep. When I awake, I'm in the same place, but my mind is so hazy that I'm having a hard time figuring out where I am. I look to my left. My head practically snaps in that direction. There is someone beside me. Someone in white clothes. I look at her face, and her eyes widen a little and she leaves the bedroom. I groan. I wanted to ask her where I was and who she was, but I couldn't open my lips. My tongue is too heavy in my mouth. When she returns, she isn't alone. There's a man in a white coat beside her. He says, "Laura. Laura. Can you hear me?"How does he know my name?I fall asleep to the sound of his voice. I sleep easily. I dream of nothing. I have no concrete thoughts. I wonder where I am and wonder when my head will stop being so fuzzy. When I reopen my eyes, I see something interesting
“Stop!” Mary shouts. We both turn to look at her. She takes a few steps and reaches Miguel’s side. She stretches her arm out. “Give it to me.”“Why?”“I should be the one to do it,” she says. “Just as you’re the one who’s going to kill Luca. That was the plan. That’s what we agreed on.”“We never agreed on anything like that,” he says with a frown. “It was my idea to lure her here and so I have to be the one to do it.”“Miguel,” she says through gritted teeth. “Give me the knife!”I can’t believe they’re fighting over who’s going to kill me. It’s truly unbelievable. I look back and forth between them helplessly. If I stand, he might stab me in the back to stop me from reaching the door and that’ll ruin all of my chances of escaping. I don’t want to die here. I can’t die here. I’m suddenly so desperate to leave here and live. I want to see Luca again. I want to see my father again. Constance. My friends. I can’t die here at the hands of these deranged people. I can’t be another victim
It took everything within me to come here. I park outside the apartment building. I stare at the third floor. The windows are all closed. It's hard to imagine her in there, in my apartment. Polluting my sacred space with her negative energy and bad intentions. I climb out of the car. I don't allow myself to think. She wants this to end, we can end it now. I've hidden behind people for far too long now, and look what has happened. I can't let anyone else die because she's targeting me. That's cruel. I'm just as bad as her if I let such a thing happen. I didn't tell Luca. I didn't tell anyone I was coming here. I'm unarmed. I didn't call for help. There is no plan. There is just me. Me and her. As it's supposed to be. I close the door and take a deep breath before entering the building. The sun is starting to set and the sky looks beautiful; too beautiful for such a thing to be happening. The oranges and the purples are magnificent. I'll never forget the way the sky looked when I con
Yesterday feels like a terrible nightmare. Twenty-four hours has passed since those men stormed into the hotel and shot seven people. Seven people lost their lives, Luca's father and my mother were amongst the dead. I can't believe it. I repeat the facts to myself over and over again and still can't believe that such a tragedy has happened. It can't be possible that my mother is dead. That Luca's father is dead. And all because of some silly revenge that doesn't matter. All because I fell in love with Luca.I'm devastated. I don't think I'll recover from this anytime soon. I'm crippled by pain. And the worst part of all of this is Luca's pain and how raw it is. Marc didn't deserve to die at the hands of those traitorous shooters. I call them traitorous because they were invited to the party under some head of some family I don't even remember. It doesn't matter. What's done is done. We've lost two members of our family. My father is inconsolable. Sarah is inconsolable. Luca is abso
The wedding ceremony was absolutely beautiful. It was only Luca's family, mine, and Brett and Victoria. We didn't need a lot of people there. I've learned during all of this that Luca doesn't necessarily have a lot of friends. He has people he is very well acquainted with, but no close friends. He doesn't let anyone get close enough to him, because there's a side to him that he only shows the people he loves and he needs to keep it protected. It's too tender to be exposed to the world. I consider myself to privileged to be loved by him. He takes care of the people he loves. He knows how to love. I said yes with tears in my eyes. I didn't think I'd cry, but I did. Everything feel so official now. We're finally married. I'm his wife, not his fiancée. It's strange to think that I became his wife without having been his girlfriend first. It's just one of the many thoughts I had when he slipped the wedding band on my finger. We kissed and he held me for the longest time. I was hesitant
Luca Our wedding is tomorrow, and I'm not sure what to feel about that. It’s not that I’ve suddenly become indecisive. I know I want to marry her. I’m sure of my love for her. I’m not happy that we’re marrying this quickly but I also understand why it has to be done. My father was right; anything could happen to me at any point. If that’s the case, Laura is entitled to everything I have. It’s safer this way. But despite this, should we have given it more time? Would it have been best if we waited for things to blow over? That way, we could I have done things more calmly and wouldn’t have to rush like this. I don’t know anymore. I turn to look at Laura. Her back is facing me and she looks like she’s been asleep for some time now. I notice that she doesn’t really sleep at night. She spends a lot of nights awake; like me. So whenever she sleep, I feel easy enough to sleep as well. But tonight is different. I don’t want to sleep. If I do, I’ll wake up and it’ll be tomorrow. The weddi
"How's my favorite preggie doing?" Brett asks as soon as I answer the phone. I can't help but smile as I pop a grape in my mouth. "I don't feel pregnant yet, you know? It's just normal. I won't even lie."He chuckles and says, "You're just a cold-hearted bitch. My mother said that she could feel me from the second she found out that she was pregnant.""You haven't considered the fact that maybe she lied?" Victoria asks. I can tell from the sound of her voice that she's looking for a fight with Brett. "My mother said she didn't feel me either.""Well, that's you," he says with a sigh. "I'm different, then. Maybe those babies are the most magnificent and remarkable ones."I frown. "You're saying my baby won't be remarkable?""How can you say that?""I'm not saying the baby won't be remarkable!" he exclaims. "I'm saying that I was! Jesus! Give it a rest, you two! Stop being so annoying! Just stop!"I giggle and Victoria does the same. She then says, "I can't believe that we didn't get t
When Luca asked me whether I wanted to marry him anytime soon, I said yes. I would have waited longer if it were up to me. I really would have. I had no problem living the way we did. Alone. Free. Not caring about what anyone thinks. Not following traditions too much. It was the liberty I felt when I left my parents' house. But now that I was pregnant, that all changes. My father would want a date. And I'd have to give it to him. So I did. Things were happening quickly again. I was feeling quite overwhelmed with everything. My father was very happy when I told him I was pregnant. He was even happier when I told him I'd marry Luca in two weeks' time. He was strict about that even though he wasn't raised in our world. My mother was ecstatic as well. I never in a million years would have guessed that she would have reacted that way to the news. She even cried as she held me. I didn't know how to react so I simply watched her. The same happened with Constance, although with her my re