"I’m obsessed with you," he whispered.
The band surged back in then, taking over the song completely, but the words had already landed.
Veronica sobbed, and Luca smiled. He pulled her into his arms. The ballroom disappeared.
Or maybe it didn’t. Maybe everyone was still there. It just stopped mattering. He kissed her hard.
A strong and very public declaration. A claim, yes—but more than that, a confession. This woman had taught him everything he had never believed he would learn. She had taught him that love was not weakness. That happiness was not a myth reserved for softer men. That holding your heart in your hands and offering it to another person was worth doing.
She had taught him what it meant to be truly in love. She had taught him what it meant to be truly happy.
Luca kissed her like he wanted the whole damned world to understand that. Veronica was not the only one with wet eyes.
Carol’s eyes had gone bright too, hers held a different kind of ache—pride, yes, fierce and swelling in her chest as she watched Luca love without shame. Threaded through it was fear as well. Joy in this family was never simple. It was precious precisely because it had always been vulnerable.
Across the room, her gaze caught Massimo’s. And yes—he was already looking at her. There was envy there, relief, gladness.
Massimo might never say it plainly but Carol knew what she was seeing. He was happy for him.
The famiglia had not been to a party this emotional in a very long time. By the end of the night, whatever reservations they had about Luca setting aside the Vitale heiress for this pizza maker from New York was mostly gone.
It was hard to argue with what they had just witnessed. A man baring his soul. Valentina, meanwhile, was positively vibrating with excitement.
She had not stopped smiling either. Her eyes were still fixed on Luca and Veronica. "Did you see that?!" she shouted the moment Carol reached her. "Did you see that?!"
Carol laughed softly and caught her by the arm before she could spin back toward Marco and explode again. "Yes," she said. "Everyone saw that."
Val’s hands flew to her chest. "He sang. He sang. And then he just—" She made a dramatic gesture. "Luca!"
"Yes," Carol repeated, far too amused by her. "That was indeed Luca." She glanced briefly toward Marco then she looked back at Val. "Listen," Carol said, lowering her voice just enough to suggest this mattered. "I need to talk to you for a bit."
Val blinked, still giddy. "Now?"
"Now. Come on." Carol guided her gently away from Marco and the two women slipped through one of the side doors, out toward the patio.
"Is everything alright?" Val asked as soon as they stepped onto the patio.
The noise of the ballroom softened into a warm, distant blur.
"Yes... yes," Carol said. "I will be leaving for Singapore first thing tomorrow."
Valentina’s face changed at once. Carol looked away briefly toward the dark courtyard before continuing.
"I wanted to tell you," she said, "and you alone."
"Me?" Val asked, surprised.
Carol nodded. "I don’t want to make my departure difficult."

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