Chapter 3 - Luca DeLuca Steps Forward To Claim His Daughter
A heavy, perfectly tailored dark wool sleeve caught the boy's wrist inches before the cider could touch Wren’s dress.
The glass shattered against the floor with a sharp, echoing crash that instantly silenced the surrounding section of the ballroom.
Luca DeLuca stood towering over the terrified children, his sharp jawline rigid and his dark eyes blazing with controlled fury.
"If you ever speak to my daughter like that again, your family won't have a company left in Chicago by morning," Luca said.
His voice was terrifyingly calm, carrying the absolute authority of a man who owned half the skyscrapers in the skyline.
The two boys turned pale, dropping their empty glasses and scurrying away into the crowd like frightened mice.
Wren stood frozen, looking up at the imposing stranger who had just defended her with such terrifying intensity.
Maren finally reached them, her chest heaving as she placed a protective hand on Wren’s trembling shoulder.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Maren breathed out, her eyes darting anxiously between Wren and Luca.
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Luca knelt down on one knee, ignoring the dozens of high-society eyes now fixed entirely upon them.
"I'm sorry I was a second too late, Wren," Luca said softly, his voice losing its harsh edge completely.
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