Chapter 81

• Luca’s POV
• I tugged on the top of my tie and released the tightened of it a little as I stared at myself in tne floor length mirror in the walk-in closet, right before I pulled my jacket firmly on my body and buttoned up. I made my way towards the dressing table and picked up the comb, running it through my hair a few times. The hair was really dry, and so I picked up a water curls spray for the small shelf beside the dressing table and sprayed it over my hair, and once I was done, I ran tne comb through the curls and it combed out more softly, the wet liquid making the curls stick together the way it really should.
• I picked out the conditioner and rubbed some into my palm, massaging it into my hair, noticing a smaller swipe of finger into it, which was proof that Sofia had probably made use of it before she left the house. Once I was done, I placed the comb on the table and took a few steps back, checking out my hair to ensure that it was combed out properly and that no sides were hanging out.