"I never wanted to come here, you know. I was happily living in Italy when it happened," Lucien started with a sigh. We had spent the last ten minutes sitting silently inside the closet, and while I desperately wanted to know what was really bothering him, I also knew it wasn't my business.
Now though, I turned to him with a curious look. "What do you do? In Italy, I mean?" I believed that the first step to understanding him better was to know what he did. "Are you one of those guys who inherit companies and their dads force them to get married?" I asked again.
Maybe, it was because of the fictional stories I read, but that was my first thought when I discovered he was rich. However, my internet search didn't show anything so it couldn't be that.
"I'm a fashion designer, Lily. A lot of the celebrities in Italy are designed by me," he explained simply, and I quickly took out my phone. For him to pull that kind of crowd, it meant he was at least, slightly famous.
