ily obligations. Luca Moretti sat in his father's austere office, looking down at the agreement laid out before him with con
u want to sell me, tie me to a
man with a piercing
e Lefevres is essential. Their company is faltering, but with our s
making the chair creak a
lia, you know that. You can't force me to
t fell was broken by
istic, Luca. Julia has nothing to offer this
few months before. A discreet young woman, almost self-effacing, dressed in a simple dress, her eyes lowered most of the time. There was
inally asked, arms cross
lied with icy calm. Your position, your
trollable. But behind that anger, a wave of helpl
seemed planned with surgical precision: the church, the reception,
ly, highlighting her slim figure. Her hair was tied up in an elegant bun, a few strands falling delicately over her face. Yet
quietly, and his
my dear, she said wi
to her, giving
nk yo
aced a hand o
isn't what you
sn't it? Amelie interrupted h
hing the folds of h
m re
nding by the altar, looked like a man dragged to the slaughterhouse. He wore a cris
Luca, in spite of himself, could not help but look at her. She advanced slowly, her face calm, a
ispered, sitting in the f
with an intensity she didn't understand. But Luca
time, their eyes truly met. There was a defiant glint in Amelie's eyes
said to the officia
l to Luca. Every word he had spoken had been a betrayal of himself, a
yone played their part. Luca and Amelie stood side by side, exchangi
a remarked when they were f
e shr
le, right? And y
f irony that didn't go unnoticed. Luca gr
oing to make this easy for you, he wh
him, a sweet but
sy. But don't underestimate the
derestimated Amelie, that was for sure. And for the first time, he wonde