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His father? Luca's brows reminded in a furrow upon receiving that bit of information.

He had received an invitation back to his hometown from his father. Insisting upon an early arrival.

Frankly, he had expected this would happen eventually. They would hear of the wedding of course, of Hazel. They would want to meet her, but not this soon. It's been only two weeks hasn't it.

He turned to the man, a frown on his face. "Tell him we wouldn't be able to make it right now."

The man's eyes widened a bit. "But sir, he already made all the preparations. He insists upon your arrival, and he said something about coming himself with your mother if you wouldn't be able to make it."

Luca scoffed, shaking his head lightly. He knew his father and mother could be very petty once they wanted something. He wouldn't be surprised if they did worse that turning up at his other to scrutinize every each and bit of his effort with narrowed eyes and touchy hands.

He wouldn't want that at all.

He nodded rel