The champagne glass is empty, and Lucas, with his eyes, asks me if I want another. I nod and watch the way he refills it. We are waiting for dessert, and I have not yet answered his question, even though I have thought about it enough. We've talked about many things, but not exactly what he believed would happen between us if he hadn't been a jerk.

"I am ready to answer the question you have asked me and that was pending between the two of us," I confess, and Lucas looks at me expectantly.

"I hear you," he says firmly.

Before answering him, I wait for the waiter to put the plates with the dessert on the table, and once he leaves, I take a deep breath and try to gather the courage to answer.

"The night I met you, I was still very hurt by Ramiro; you know that story well. It was your plan," I say firmly.

"Sienna, I ..." he tries to answer, but I raise my hand as if asking him to be quiet.

"Don't talk about it anymore. We've already had that co