After a moment Luca starts to laugh with me before he takes a deep breath and nods. “f*****g fight,” he murmurs, running an anxious hand through his hair. “I have so much to do.”
“I know,” I say, resting my head on his shoulder. “But I don’t want your mind on me at all, okay? Put all of this out of your head and concentrate on what you have to do. I’ll be there, tonight, in the box. Just like I promised.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, tentative – because he knows that there will be eyes on me now that this article is out – way more than there were before.
“Royal box,” I whisper. “Dead center. I’ll be right there, nowhere else.”
“You’re not just saying that you’re not mad so that I won’t worry about it?” He whispers, and I grin at him, shaking my head a little because he’s overthinking it.
