Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 374

Sofia’s pov

Today was finally Sunday.

The day of the art exhibition.

Was I nervous? Absolutely.

I flew out of the bed and hastily grabbed my phone. It was some minutes past seven in the morning, leaving me with over five hours before the exhibition is supposed to hold.

The bed was empty as expected, even though I was sure Luca hasn’t left the house.

He never goes anywhere on most Sundays, and before things had suddenly changed between us, Luca would stay in bed with me and keep me there with him with cuddles. But, I wasn’t surprised to meet the bed empty this morning, I couldn’t even remember the last time I woke up to see him beside him, while his arms would be around me.

I splashed water over my face in the bathroom in briefly wondered about what could actually be the main problem between us.

I knew that communication was the greatest key between couples, and had tried a few times to get him to speak to me about what was wrong. I gave up after a few trials when he’d only apologize to me for something which I know nothing about, without still telling me what I really wanted to know.

Today was a big day for me, and I’m really determined to not let it get ruined.

The tense relationship I now have with Luca sucks big time, even though for my own sanity, I like to pretend like that wasn’t the case at all.

I’m very sure that if we had still been like we once used to be, I’d have confessed all of my fear and second thoughts about the launching of my career officially to him last night, and then waited back while he showered me with reassurances and praises which I badly needed at this point.

It wasn’t like I was seriously having second thoughts, but those thoughts couldn’t help but come in once in a while, and having no one to really share it with, sucks big time.

I mean, I do talk about those stuff to Kayla and even with Ryan, but they were not Luca.

I wanted my Luca back.

The one that was stupidly obsessed with me and couldn’t keep his hands to himself around me. The one that always showers me in kisses, praises and envelopes me in hugs that instantly makes it feel like my problems and troubles had melted away at that moment.

I left the bathroom, shrugging a robe on before existing the bedroom.

Luca was leaving in office just as I was heading towards mine. His hands twitched at his sides and I had a feeling he wanted to touch me but was trying to stop himself from doing that.

Which takes me back to square one once again.

Why.

He said something about wanting to go get a few last minutes preparations together and then he walked past me after I had nodded at me, without hugging me, or kissing my forehead at least.

I don’t remember the last time he has given me one.

My stomach churned and I felt like I was about to cry as I made my way into my arts room and shut the door firmly behind me.

Taking a few minutes to gather myself together and force the tears away since I was determined to not cry over this today of all days, and also because how I didn’t want to spend today thinking about this, which would automatically ruin my day.

I made my way into the middle of the room, glancing around the scanty walls. It almost looked weird without all the paintings hanging around most spots on the wall like it once used to.

Majority of the arts had been moved to the venue of the exhibition yesterday. Only a few paintings was left in here.

Which were unfinished works, and works I wasn’t ready to part with yet.

I face timed Kayla and allowed her undiluted happiness to wash over me and engulfe me. She was so excited about this exhibition, one would think she was the artist while I was the supporting best friend.

Before the middle of the call, I was already bursting with excitement like I had been supposed to since I woke up.

Kayla had said it was better I leave the house at least an hour before the show actually begins, and I had informed Luca of this last night over dinner, which he had been extremely late to, as expected.

By the end of the call, Kayla had successfully managed to infect me with her naturally bubbly personality, so now I was really looking forward to the exhibition once again.

Although, I was still very nervous.

As I got ready, taking a shower with my favorite body wash, I absent mindedly wondered what my dad had thought on hearing about what I was doing today.

He’d have undoubtedly be aware of it, including my mom, that’s how fast things travel around here in the mafia.

Would he be impressed?

Or, would he think I was just wasting my time?

One thing I was sure of, was that he’d have definitely been able to connect the dots that I wasn’t being maltreated or being walked over like he had said I was going to be as soon as I get married to Luca.

As I washed my hair, I mused over how it would be if I can get a chance to see him.

It wasn’t like I missed him or anything, but I wished I could see him, just so I could flaunt the fact that I wasn’t pathetic or docile like he had said I was going to be once I got married. He has said Luca was going to break me the same way he had broken my mother, but that hadn’t been the case at all.

I existed the shower and hastily dressed up in a casual outfit, leaving my face bare. I was going to get dressed at the venue, and a professional make up artist was going to do my face up at the venue, curtesy of Kayla.

Luca is definitely on his way right now. It was past ten already.

I made my way back into my arts room one last time and breathed In deeply, marveling at how far I’ve come.

Ryan had met me in there some time later, and when he had tell me he was really proud of my growth and strength – something I had hoped Luca would say to me since over a few days, I couldn’t help it, a few tear slipped out of my eyes.

And then Ryan opened his arms in invitation. I didn’t hesitate as I returned his hug earnestly while trying not to completely breakdown, seeing as I had been on the verge of a breakdown for a while now.

This was the first hug Ryan had ever initiated.

I’d cherish it in my heart.