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Istillcouldn’t get her out of my fucking mind. I needed to see her and would in two days in Turks and Caicos. Speaking to her would be another issue. I wasn’t sure if she wanted anything to do with me after the confrontation we had. My gaze wandered to the very place she stood when she said,fuck you, Vinny. Regardless of if she wanted to, I needed her to hear me. And I needed to figure out a way to get her away from her family so I could.
I’d booked a trip for Antonio and Maddie to Grand Cayman to eliminate as much unnecessary distractions as I could for my trip. I paid for everything and knew neither of them would complain at being forced to stay together in a beautiful tropical destination. It was clear Maddie was really looking forward to going with the Whitman family, but I assured Antonio whatever they needed while in the Cayman Islands, I would give them.
“We have to go!” my mother shouted from downstairs.
“I’m on my way. Hang on!” I yelled back as I calculated how to carry all my luggage down the stairs in one trip.
“What the hell?” Lucas chuckled as he appeared next to me with a suitcase and backpack. “You realize we’re not moving right?”
“I need options.” I scooped up one of my carry-on bags, slipping it onto my shoulder.
“I’ll never understand why you’re in law school and not fashion school.” Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. “Here, let me help you.” He took two of my suitcases and led the way downstairs.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
The moment we stepped into the foyer, my father’s gaze peeled away from his phone and his mouth fell agape as he returned it to his pocket. He recognized the five Louis Vuitton suitcases and duffle bags as Lucas and I set them at the bottom of the stairs. “Um, no.” His eyes widened. “Elizabeth, absolutely hell no. We’re not moving there!”
Lucas scoffed. “I tried to tell her but—”
“Shut up.” I hissed under my breath at my brother before making my voice sweet. “Daddy, I need options.”
Lucas guffawed. “Bro, your clothes are so tiny, and your swimsuits are basically dental floss. You could fit your entire closet in those. How many options do you have?”
“Lucas,” my mother snapped, “don’t call your sisterbroand a lady must have choices whilst away.”
“Who the fuck sayswhilst?” Lucas mocked.
“Lucas!” my mother shrieked.
“Shut up!” My father snapped. “Everyone, please shut up! Can we get out of the house without anyone arguing?”
Everyone went silent as we carried our luggage out to the car. My father had hired a driver to take us to the airport. He and my mother rode in one car, my brother and I in the other. I tried to busy myself on my phone, but Lucas kept bouncing his leg up and down.
“What’s wrong?” I pressed my hand to his knee, trying to stop him.
He sighed. “So, why are you?”
“Why am I what?”
“In law school.”
“I want to be a lawyer.”
“Bullshit,” he snorted. “You are doing it to be dad’s princess forever. I know you, Liz. I know you like fashion, not law.”
Rolling my lips between my fingertips, I stared out the window. I’d wanted to go into the fashion industry since I was a little girl. I wasn’t sure when I chose law. It just came to me one day. I think deep in my heart, all I wanted to do was please my parents and thought they’d think fashion was a waste of time. They’d spent all this money putting me in the best college, and I felt disappointing them would cause more trouble between them.
“You’re right.” I finally admitted with a long sigh. “It’s too late now, though.”
“Again, bullshit.” He thumped my leg. “Mom might raise hell, but dad’s always got our backs in everything we do.”
True, I thought to myself with a silent nod. If my father only knew the one deepest secret I’d carried for a while now, I’m not sure my opinion on anything would matter any longer. But that was over, so school was my only focus. I’d have to talk to him about it when we got back home. Nothing in me wanted to return to law school anyway after the confrontation with Mr. Bernardi. A part of me was terrified to step foot on that campus again, regardless of where he was.
What my brother said made me think long and hard, and the rest of the ride to the airport was silent. When we pulled up to the curb, I stepped out and froze at the sight of Vincenzo.I guess he showed up.
Thankfully, my gaze was hidden behind my oversized Gucci sunglasses, or he would have been able to see. His gaze was concealed behind a darker pair of aviators, so he could have very well been staring at me as well from the corner of his eye, though his head never once turned toward me.
