*Gala*

Immediately after dinner they both retired to their room, Valentina ran a hand through her hair, staring at the half-packed suitcase on the bed. They were leaving tomorrow.

She exhaled, shaking her head before folding a shirt and placing it inside. The past few days had been exhausting in ways she hadn’t expected. In conclusion, Milan wasn't where she'd want to stay, maybe she was judging to quick but she wouldn't say she had fun here.

Lucas got on the phone near the door, with low ...