CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN – THE WEDDING PLANNER

As Luca returned to his office, Rebecca felt a renewed sense of purpose. She might not be diving headfirst into the dangerous world of mafia negotiations, but she had proven her worth. And more importantly, she had opened up new possibilities for her future at the café - and perhaps, with Luca. Rebecca stood in the opulent foyer of the Castelli mansion, her head spinning from the latest round of demands from Irina's entourage. She took a deep breath, trying to center herself. "Rebecca!" Irina's shrill voice echoed through the hall. "Where are you? I need you right now!" Steeling herself, Rebecca hurried towards the sound. She found Irina in the grand ballroom, surrounded by a sea of fabric swatches and flower samples. "There you are," Irina snapped, barely looking up. "I've decided I hate all of these centerpiece options. We need to start over." Rebecca's heart sank. "But Irina, we spent weeks selecting these. The florist has already begun preparing-" "I don't care," Irina cut he