CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE – A RUINED PERFORMANCE

"Rebecca!" a familiar voice called out. She turned to see Luca pushing his way through the crowd of well-wishers, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, reaching her side. "I saw what happened on stage. Here, let me help you." Before she could protest, Luca had swept her up in his arms, carrying her easily through the throng of people. "Luca!" Rebecca gasped, both surprised and a little thrilled by his actions. "What are you doing?" "Taking care of you," he replied simply. "You need medical attention for that ankle." As Luca carried her to a quiet corner backstage, Rebecca couldn't help but notice the jealous looks from other passengers – including a particularly furious glare from Xarina. Luca gently set Rebecca down on a chair, kneeling before her to examine her ankle. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he carefully removed her shoe. "It looks like a sprain," he said after a moment. "We should get some ice on it right away. Don't move – I'll be right back."