Luciano walked into the room from the bathroom, and his brow lifted in wonder when he found it empty.
He walked over to his closet, and changed into something loosely fitting for the night.
Taking a shower had taken a lot of edge off him. Not only could he think clearer now, he knew he had to create a balance.
So as he stepped out of his room, he made up his mind to go straight to Daniela's room.
Since he was pushing their wedding forward, it was time to start acting like a groom—and to stop thinking about another woman.
On his way to Daniela's room, Luciano caught sight of Marcello running from one corner through another, and frowned.
Now that his mind was a little less in his head, and more observant, he noticed a troubling thickness in the air.
The moment he got to the point Marcello had run from, which was also the route to Daniela's room, he switched directions, following his gut.
"Carpo!"
Marcello, who had slowed down, called out, the second he took the turn.
