The engine purred almost seductively, and I noticed Valentina's curious glance when, at the end of dinner, I decided to drive her home alone.
The ride was quiet.
She knew it was her turn to speak.
We entered the vast estate surrounding the De Luca mansion and followed the tree-lined driveway illuminated by soft yellow lights that seemed to belong to the landscape itself.
I parked far from the entrance, silently suggesting a short walk.
Taking off my jacket, I grabbed an elegant gift bag from the back seat.
She pretended not to notice.
It was eleven o'clock.
After midnight, I wouldn't be allowed to see her anymore.
Fiamma was perfectly capable of postponing the wedding if I broke tradition.
Or coming to drag me away herself.
“Good time to tell me, isn't it?”
“You're definitely p
