Luca's POV

The minutes ticked by, each one pulling me closer to a decision I knew I could never take back. My heart pounded as I sat there, gripping the edges of the armchair in Benedicta’s living room. I’d been over it all a hundred times in my head, weighing every word I might say, every possible outcome. But as the minutes passed, it became clear that thinking wasn’t going to get me anywhere. It was time to act.

With a surge of determination, I finally stood up, grabbing my keys from the table. I didn’t know exactly what I’d say, or how I’d stop this wedding, but I knew...