Chapter 18 Good Friends

• 'Alessia
• As Sophia sipped her coffee, her sharp gaze landed on me. “Alright, Alessia. Spill. You’ve been dancing around something all morning, and I’m not buying that ‘long story’ excuse. Who’s this guy your mom was so excited about?”
• I hesitated, twirling the handle of my cup between my fingers. Sophia had always been persistent when it came to prying out the truth. “Fine,” I said with a reluctant sigh. “His name is… Luca.”