Luca's POV
"Aren't you the slightest bit worried?", Mara asked, when we stepped into the hall. I gave her a credulous expression, "f**k no, bambina. I'm not worried about s**t", I assured her. "Are you ready to go dress shopping, piccola?", I asked, distracting her from the topic. She stopped and frowned at me, "I have a lot of work to do. Can we go later? Or can you do what you did on our wedding day and have some brought to the house for me to choose from. I mean I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything-", I cut her rambling with a kiss. "I can do that, piccola. Let's go get something to eat, then", I said, kissing her forehead before opening the car door for her.
As I sat down next to Mara, I noticed that she had her head laid back on the rest, and a faint smile played on her lip
