The next morning
Last night she had an emotional breakdown in front of Luca. She stood in front of the foggy mirror and ran her hand on it. Looking at her reflection, she told herself, "Sara, you have been fighting for everything all by yourself. You can do it again. You should feel bless that somehow you got an opportunity to turn everything right through Luca."
Indeed, it was a selfish thought, but being Luca's wife, she would be in an advantageous position. She washed her hands with the cold water and stepped out. On the bed, a dress lay along with a bag while Luca was nowhere to be seen.
"When did he bring this?" she murmured. She locked the door from inside and changed into the white shirt and white palazzo pants. She blew dry her hair, and combed them. Letting the hair stay loose, she finally stepped out of the room.
Luca suddenly appeared in front of her, who was in his running attire, drenched in sweat.
