Luca's POV
Today is my wedding day, but as I lie in my bedroom, my mind is elsewhere. Her scent lingers in the sheets, and I'm consumed by thoughts of her. I feel an overwhelming urge to chase after her, to traverse the ends of the earth just to hold her in my arms until our breaths sync.
Lost in these tormenting reveries, I find solace in a bottle of vodka, the only thing keeping my sanity from slipping away completely. Even in my haze, she's all I can think about. But she's gone, and I can't bring her back.
Doubt gnaws at me now. Can I go through with this wedding? Can I meet Krystal's gaze and utter those sacred words? Life seems daunting, overwhelming, exhausting.
Suddenly, Jonathan bursts into the room, clad in a vibrant orange Italian suit, a stark contrast to my somber black att
