"I'll go through your business plan," he continued. "And send you what you need."
This time, Bianca turned fully to face him.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Luca gave a small nod in return before shifting his attention away. He reached for the buttons of his shirt, beginning to undo them one by one.
Bianca turned away, moving toward the other side of the room as if she hadn't noticed at all. "I'll order breakfast," she said. "Then I'll put some clothes out for you." She busied herself with small tasks—straightening things that didn't need straightening, adjusting items already in place.
Anything to keep her back turned. Anything to avoid looking.
"Thank you, but you should know… I don't eat out," Luca said. "I thought you knew that."
"Oh…" she said softly. "I… I'm sorry."
It wasn't just about the food. They both knew that. It was another small reminder of how out of sync they were—how much she didn't know, or perhaps how much he had never allowed her to know.
