SIXTY ONE

SCARLETT'S POV.

"Thank you so much for everything, Sasha," I smiled at her, while grabbing the hand of car door. "I can't imagine how this day would have been without you."

Sasha smiled, waving it off and grabbing tighter to her small black jacket. "oh, it's nothing at all. I had fun with you today as well, and I hope we can still keep in touch after this."

"Oh sure, you have my number and I have yours," I said, glancing back at the hall to see if Luca was done talking with the group of men who'd called on him just as we were about to leave. I didn't want to stand there for another minute because the whole place was suffocating, but I couldn't complain when I couldn't bare to so much as face Luca, talkless of sitting in a car with him for a long drive all the way to the airport.

I wanted him to keep talking to them for as long as possible, but of course nothing could ever go the way I wanted it to go. And Luca shook the hands of all the men before he turned around and started walking