London, UK
Rosa felt the warmth of love in her heart and was determined not to let it slip away. She was pleasantly surprised when Luciano agreed to court her, with an understanding that they would progress to the next step when she was ready.
She made a trip to the bank, depositing money she had saved for her mother's hospital bills. She was determined to ensure her mother's happiness and didn't want her to pass away without experiencing some joy in life. Rosa hadn't disclosed her mother's condition to Luciano, nor did she introduce him to her mother. She wanted to avoid complications and focus on her students.
As she left the bank, a radiant smile graced her face, revealing the dimple in her left cheek. Her fair skin glowed in a brown linen dress, with her ginger-red hair curling at the ends. She remembered how Luciano had mentioned his preference for her not exposing her neck and chuckled at his possessiveness, particularly when he had gifted her the stunning red and black gown on Valentine's Day.
Before the visit to the bank, she had spent time with Luciano at a café until he received an urgent call and had to leave. For the first time in a long while, she felt genuinely happy.
Eros's Mansion
Inside the opulent mansion of Eros, the music pulsed through the house, resonating with the lively atmosphere within. Half-naked girls filled the living room, lured by Eros's invitation to a party they couldn't resist. Free drinks and the allure of mingling in a grand mansion had brought them together, and some were there simply to take photos and pretend to live the high life for social media.
Eros found himself amused by the way people constructed fake lives online. He couldn't comprehend why individuals went to such lengths to prove something they didn't possess. Deciding not to dwell on it, he sought a distraction, which came in the form of the girls in his house, most of whom were friends of Brianna.
When Eros invited Luciano to the party, he was met with a surprising refusal. Luciano expressed reluctance about attending the sinful gathering and watching scantily clad girls, as it felt like a betrayal of Rosalina. Eros tried to persuade him to attend, but Luciano stood firm in his decision, promising to meet Eros later.
Eros couldn't help but think that some sort of spell had been cast over his friend by Rosalina. He had initially planned to break the spell, but he concluded that Luciano would eventually grow tired of Rosalina because she didn't fit their usual type. Eros couldn't detect any ulterior motives from her as she hadn't asked for anything during the month and a half they had known each other.
Luciano received a call from their security team, warning him that Dimitri, Eros' father, was en route to the UK, furious about something. Luciano wanted to alert Eros but couldn't reach him. He understood that when Eros didn't answer his calls, it meant he was preoccupied elsewhere.
Dimitri hadn't informed his wife of his impending trip, knowing she would disapprove. She had traditional beliefs about the order in which her children should experience life, favoring the boys to have their fun before marriage and expecting the girls to remain pure and perfect for their future husbands. Dimitri didn't share the same views, and their arguments on the matter often concluded with passionate, angry make-up sessions.
However, this time, it wasn't about fun. It was about the potential harm that their reckless son, Eros, had caused to someone else's life. Despite the incident, Eros hadn't been expelled from Hult, as they concluded that what happened with Lisa didn't occur on campus and lacked substantial proof. Elsa was furious at their conclusion, leaving the office with a sense of frustration, which Eros chose not to chase after.
A day had passed since the incident, and Eros continued to revel in the party. However, Luciano's arrival was imminent, and Dimitri had already reached the mansion before him. Luciano sped in his Lamborghini Gallardo to reach home, hoping to prevent his father from discovering whatever trouble Eros was embroiled in.
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