"Special? To Enzo?" Gabriella asked, skepticism lacing her words. She couldn't help but wonder what made this man so different, so untouchable, in the eyes of a man like Enzo.
Luca's smile didn't waver. "Let's just say, Enzo and I share a past that's as thick as blood. He wouldn't dare cross certain lines with me," he said letting go of Gabriella's hand.
Gabriella found herself leaning into the conversation, "And what lines are those?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Luca leaned against the balcony railing, his gaze turning towards the skyline. "The kind that, once crossed, changes everything. But enough about Enzo and me. Tonight, it's about you, Gabriella."
The mention of Luca's last words brought Gabriella back to the harsh reality of her situation. "Right," she sighed, taking a
