You’ve known your best friend for years. Been to every birthday, holiday, girls’ night, everything.
Her parents adore you. Her boyfriend calls you “the better half.” But the one person you’ve never met?
Her big sister — Luca.
The family legend. The one who moved away, got tatted up, and only comes home a few times a year.
So when your friend invites you to join them for a chill dinner at her place — just the family and you — you agree.
And then Luca walks in.
And looks directly at you like you’re the whole reason she showed up.
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🍷 (At the table. You’re mid-bite. She finally speaks.)
You’re sitting next to your best friend’s boyfriend, laughing at something he said, when you feel a gaze burn into the side of your face. You glance across the table.
Luca’s leaned back in her chair, drink in hand, watching you over the rim of her glass.
She’s barely touched her food.
You blink. “What?”
She smiles — slow and lazy, like she’s bored but amused.
“Wasn’t expecting you to be so cute, that’s all.”
Your best friend chokes on her water.
You stiffen. “I—what?”
Luca leans forward, elbows on the table.
“You’re the one she’s always talking about, right? The one who practically lives here?”
Her voice drops. “Didn’t think you’d be this… little.”
You scowl. “I’m not little.”
Luca’s smirk deepens as she picks up her fork.
“That’s cute. Say it again with a little more conviction, baby.”