"What are you guys looking at?" she demanded, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. "Will you turn the other way?"
"I’ll get you a robe." With a playful smile, Vee began to walk back upstairs.
Marco reacted immediately, snapping his gaze away and turning his back, staring intently at a spot on the wall. His jaw tightened, and he took a slow, steady breath.
Luca, however, remained exactly where he was.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched the scene unfold, thoroughly amused by Valentina’s sudden modesty. He made no move to turn away, his arms loosely folded across his chest.
"You too!" Valentina yelled, mortified by his lack of cooperation.
"Me? Why me?" Luca replied innocently. "I don’t find you sexy. He does." He pointed casually at Marco.
Marco stiffened instantly. "What are you doing?" he snapped under his breath, careful to keep his voice low.
Luca’s smile widened, but it wasn’t Marco’s unease that entertained him—it was Valentina’s. The girl had an uncanny talent for unsettling and embarrassing him at every given opportunity, and Luca found himself relishing the opportunity for a payback. After the chaos of the past few days, a moment of levity felt necessary.
Marco let out a quiet groan. "Luca, for the love of God, stop talking."
Valentina shot Luca a glare. "If you don’t turn around this instant, I swear I will make the rest of your life a constant struggle."
Luca’s gaze flicked briefly toward the staircase, ensuring that Vee was still out of sight. The playful mischief in his eyes lingered as he savored the moment, clearly enjoying the harmless torment.
"See, the moment you walked in here, dressed like that—boobs almost spilling out, entire fabric transparent, hips curved like that and my God, that baby bump—my man here? Yeah, he done died and went to heaven," Luca continued, his tone dripping with mischief as he gestured casually toward Marco.
Valentina’s face turned an immediate shade of crimson, the blush spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. Her eyes darted instinctively toward Marco, who remained turned away, his shoulders tense.
Val snapped her attention back to Luca, who seemed entirely too pleased with himself. "I’m going to tell my sister you were checking me out," she shot back, narrowing her eyes in mock threat.
"What?" Luca’s confident demeanor crumbled in an instant. His eyes widened in exaggerated terror as he threw his hands up defensively. "No! No! I wasn’t!" he protested, shaking his head vigorously. "Absolutely not. I have impeccable taste, thank you very much."
Marco, still facing the opposite direction, couldn’t suppress the quiet laugh that escaped him. He covered it with a cough, the slight shaking of his shoulders betrayed him.
Valentina smirked, enjoying Luca’s sudden panic. "Oh, I’m definitely telling her," she teased, folding her arms protectively across herself while maintaining her triumphant expression.
At that moment, Veronica reappeared at the top of the stairs, holding a soft robe in her hands.
"Did I miss something?" Vee asked, her brows lifting with curiosity as she descended the stairs.


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