"Wedding?" His tone was sharp with surprise. "What wedding?"
He moved to peer over my shoulder at my screen, but I'd already tucked the phone against my chest. His hand reached for it—
Then his own phone rang.
The night was still, the kind of quiet that settles over the city after midnight when even the rats know to stay hidden. In that silence, I heard every word from the other end of the line.
A woman's voice, breathless and trembling with practiced fear.
"Luca, I just went downstairs to pick something up, and I think someone's following me! I'm so scared. I've circled the block twice and I still can't shake him!"
Luca's expression transformed instantly—concern flooding his features like water through a cracked dam.
"Celina, don't panic. Find somewhere well-lit. There should be soldiers stationed at the security post near the main gate. Stay there. I'm coming."
He ended the call without another glance in my direction.
The wedding, my phone, whatever secrets I might be keeping—all of it evaporated from his mind like morning frost under the sun.