Luca's POV
"What exactly do you plan to say or do when you see your father?", I asked, creasing my eyebrow at Marabella. Mara shrugged as she walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. She frowned at it as she popped the cap off and took a large swallow of it. "I haven't thought that far ahead, yet. I figured I would let whatever came to mind come out of my mouth", she threw her hands out to the side in a shrug.
I sighed as I shook my head. "You can't do that, love. You have to go in there with a clear mind. With clear questions in your head for him. Otherwise, the conversation will sway, it'll get choppy, and you won't get any answers out of him", I informed her, with a gentleness to my tone.
"My mind is too clustered for that right now", she frowned, looking down a
