CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE

SCARLETT'S POV.

After a small chat with Grace at the kitchen, I whipped myself some food and then went back upstairs to get ready before Luca got back. He had promised that the meeting was going to be brief, so I wondered why it was taking him so long to get back.

When I was seated in the living room, watching a reality show, Luca stepped in, work bag in his hand and a scowl on his face. I shot up instantly and went to stand in front of him.

"Is everything all right?" I asked, glancing around his face to see if I could get a hint of anything, but I couldn't. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said, not looking at me. "So, I see you're ready to go. I'll just go up and get ready quickly, I'm sorry for the hold up, the meeting was more hectic than I expected."

"Oh, uhh there's no problem, you can go," I gave him a small smile and he simply just walked out, heading up the stairs.

I really wanted to know why he had been mad while coming in, but maybe as he said, it had been because of the h