Lulu was practically bouncing in place right now.
Her fists clenched tightly by her chest, her eyes sparkling as she rocked back and forth on her feet.
Her whole face was lit up with excitement, and she looked like a child who'd just been handed the greatest birthday present imaginable.
Because finally—finally—Luca had dropped all that polite, gentlemanly act.
Earlier, when her father and Luca had faced one another, she had hated how formal and composed Luca had been.
He'd spoken calmly, respectfully, never raising his voice, and though that was the right thing to do in that situation, it had frustrated her so much she could barely stay still.
She had wanted—no needed—Luca to knock her father flat on his pompous ass, as every time Julius opened his mouth with that patronizing tone, Lulu's blood boiled.
But when it had all ended peacefully, with both men maintaining some ridiculous civility, she had sulked.
But now?
Now it was different.
