He gestured vaguely toward the explosion of wedding catalogues, fabrics, and notes scattered around the room.
Veronica's hands stilled on the pages. She began closing the magazines. One by one. Luca's brows pulled together slightly as he watched her.
"I'll be back tomorrow, Nonni," she said as she stacked the catalogues together. "We can pick up from where we stopped."
Nonnina looked between them, as she picked up on the tension. "Alright, Zuccherino," she replied gently.
But Luca stepped forward immediately.
"No," he said, a little too quickly. "Don't tell me I broke up the party."
The sight of her here had made him settle…And the thought of her walking out again— That didn't sit right at all.
"It's late. I should go," Veronica said.
He wasn't ready to let her walk out again, at least not until they fixed things. Luca's gaze flickered toward Nonnina, a silent plea with a subtle wink.
Help me.
