"Tell me, Miss Scalese. Why exactly are two men losing their minds over you?" Luca asked sarcastically.
"I’m a rare breed." She shot back and paused a moment. "How is he?"
"I cannot talk to you about him."
"You want my help?"
"No. I am merely taking you shopping. You know, for your wedding." Luca said.
The deflection was almost elegant. Almost. But not quite enough.
"You want my help getting my sister to forgive you? I will be spending your money and the only thing we will be talking about today is Marco."
The elevator continued its descent, the numbers ticking down slowly above them, each passing floor stretching the moment thinner.
"Miss Scalese..."
There was a warning in the way he said her name. A reminder of who he was, what he was used to, how conversations like this usually ended—with him in control.
But Val didn’t flinch.
"Deal or no deal?"
She knew what she was offering. More importantly, she knew what he stood to lose if he said no.
For a moment, Luca said nothing. He weighed the cost, the inconvenience, the irritation of being maneuvered like this... against the one thing that mattered more.
Vee. His jaw tightened just slightly.
"Oy vey..." five minutes in and he was already exasperated. "Fine." He answered grudgingly.
Val’s smile widened instantly, bright and victorious.
"Nice, Mr Luca the devil. We will be starting with dress shopping." She chimed just as the elevators opened.
"I have one question." Luca started.
"Yeah..." she answered as they headed out of the building to the curb where Luca’s car was parked.
Out of habit, Luca scanned the area quickly before opening the car door for her. It was instinctive—the brief sweep of his gaze, the way his posture shifted just slightly as he assessed his surroundings. He really didn’t know how to switch it off.
Valentina slipped into the passenger seat. She settled in comfortably, placing her bag on her lap.
Luca closed her door and moved around the car. He slid into the driver’s seat.
"Yeah?" she asked again once he entered.
Luca started the engine. "How in the world did you get pregnant so quickly?!"
"uh...there is no answer to that."
She shrugged lightly. Luca glanced at her briefly before pulling the car away from the curb, his brows drawing together slightly.
"I mean...its like one minute your father is handing me your virginity on a silver platter and boom, you are pregnant."
Valentina laughed. "Like I said, I am a rare breed. So...how did you know Marco?"
She was curious, and Luca could tell. Which made him wonder if she was actually marrying the right person.

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