Marabella's POV
We were met at the front door by his mother and brothers."Are you okay?", Luca's mother was frantic as she approached us. "Yes, ma", Luca answered, a small grin on his lips. "Not you, goodness. Marabella?", his mother waved him off and cupped my face. Making Luca chuckle and me giggle. "Yes, ma. I'm okay.", I answered. "Look at your beautiful dress, all ruined", she tsked, as she looked down at my soot and dirt-covered dress.
Luca's eyes traveled down the front of my dress and he frowned. "That's my fault, mother. I'll get her cleaned up", Luca said, remorsefully, as he tugged my hand toward him. "Luca", I said softly, "It's okay. It's not the dress that matters, you know that, right?", I asked, gently, as he led me up the stairs. "It matters to my mother. She doesn't wa
