Broken Season

"Yes, it's true," Luna declared, her eyes fixed intently on Lucas's face, an emotionless mask hiding her thoughts. "I don't wish to marry you," she continued, addressing his assumption. "So, you plan on tying the knot with the pianist instead?" Lucas guessed, confirming Luna's suspicion that he was well aware of the situation. Luna confirmed, "Absolutely. I love him, and that's why I'm considering the marriage." "But this time, I need this marriage to happen," Luna clarified, brushing aside Lucas's skeptical smile. "What do you think about a prenuptial agreement?" she asked, her tone firm. "Are you honestly suggesting I'd agree to such a thing?" Lucas shot back, clearly unimpressed. "You'll have no choice," Luna insisted, her eyes narrowing. "We'll make sure one is in place, regardless of your feelings." Lucas smirked, a hint of threat in his eyes. "Luna Estrada, you're overestimating yourself. I already declined this union, remember?" "We won't be making a prenup because we won't be getting married," he added, watching Luna's clenched fists betray her disappointment. The rejection stung, but Luna tried to maintain her composure. Laughter, tinged with sarcasm, escaped Luna's lips. "Why did your grandfather push for my grandfather to convince me to accept this match, then?" she questioned, her voice laced with amusement. "Really?" Lucas replied, disbelief etched on his face. "Did you never ask your grandfather who he was matchmaking for? Didn't you wonder?" Luna wondered if perhaps Lucas's grandfather had intended to unite them all along. Inside, her thoughts raced, trying to find a way to regain control. On the surface, Luna laughed, hoping to hide her vulnerability. "Who knows, maybe your grandfather was thinking of my grandfather," she mused, trying to find a plausible explanation.