Luca's POV
Marabella and I chit-chatted as we ate our lunch. "How is your school work going, bambina?", I asked, before taking a bite of my food. She nodded, swallowing her bite. "Good", she answered. "Are you finishing up all of your assignments on time?", I questioned her, tilting my head to the side. "Yes sir", she snipped, shooting me a look.
"Watch your little attitude, piccola", I said sternly, peering over at her. What's with her? "Tell me what's really wrong, little one?", I uttered gently, reaching out and taking her hand in mine. Mara sighed heavily. She lifted her free hand and ran it through her hair. I watched her irises as she scanned her mind for the right words. "I'm anxious about seeing my mother. I apologize for snapping at you", she whispered.
I pulled her hand, maki
