Luca's POV
Marabella and I stand side-by-side, as we bid our farewells to our guests of the evening. The kids have long gone their respective ways. I can tell in Mara's eyes that she is past her social radar, being on zero. As soon as the last guest exited the house, I swooped Mara into my arms and carried her up the stairs.
She gasped as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Luca", she uttered. "You didn't look like you wanted to walk", I smirked in response. She chuckled as she laid her head on my shoulder. "You know me well", she whispered. "I hope so. We've been together for sixteen years, piccola. If I don't know you by now, you need to divorce my ass", I laughed. She smacked my chest. "We don't utter that word here", she scalded, smacking me in the chest.
"You're right, my apolo
