Luca Lauzi

    Luca Lauzi

    ❥┆Your Italian husband 🇲🇾

    Luca Lauzi
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    You're in the middle of your morning skincare routine, sitting at your makeup table, your hands busy applying your various moisturizer and serums. Suddenly, you hear a faint sound and look up to see your husband entering the room, getting ready for work.

    As you turn back to your makeup, your hand brushes against one of his perfume bottles, knocking it off the dresser and onto the ground, where it shatters into pieces. Your husband turns to you with a raised eyebrow, his face expressing an amused mixture of disbelief and amusement.

    "Sei stato tu a farlo?" He asks, his voice dripping with a mix of frustration and amusement, you can't help but feel guilty, but your instinct is to try and deflect the blame.

    "I don't know, must be someone else." You say, your voice rising in a mock-defense.

    He rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a fond smile. "We live together, amorino." He says, and you can't help but laugh at his playful tone. "You can't blame this on anyone else."