Luca's POV
I felt 80% better, as I slipped into the driver's seat next to Mara. "Where are we going?", she questioned. "To eat, bambolina (doll face)", I answered, lacing my fingers with hers and bringing the back of her hand to my lips. I drove approximately ten minutes up the street to one of the Italian restaurants that we own. Mara was quiet for the entire ride, even while we were being brought to our table. I kept glancing at her to see if I could decipher what was going on inside of her head through her facial features.
"What do you want to drink, piccola?", I asked her. "Uh, water is fine", she answered, shaking her head. "What's the matter, baby girl?", I questioned. "What is the bad blood between you and your uncle?", she whispered. I frowned, "I'll tell you once we order", I m
