While fastening the cufflink on his left wrist, Luca's phone suddenly vibrated on the dressing table. He glanced at the screen. It was a call from his father. He quickly swiped the call to dismiss it.
Before he could lower his hand, the device immediately flashed and blared again.
Luca licked his lips before answering. He brought the phone to his ear, his fingers gripping the edge a little too tightly.
"Why are you cutting the call?" Michael's voice, already tinged with the impatience, crackled through the receiver.
Luca didn't offer a greeting. He remained perfectly silent.
"Are you there, Luca?" Michael questioned, the sound sharper now.
"Yes," Luca finally replied. He lowered the phone onto the dressing table, activating the speaker. He resumed tucking the silk of his tie beneath the collar of his white shirt.
