Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

11

Luciana's POV

The sun was warm but not overwhelming as Ferran and I strolled through the streets of Barcelona. We had just left the museum, a quiet but comforting space filled with art that neither of us really understood, but it felt good to spend the day together. We hadn't had a proper sibling day in a while, and today seemed like the perfect opportunity.

After browsing a quaint bookstore, we grabbed some lunch at a small café. Ferran had insisted on paying, as usual, and now we sat on a bench, ice cream cones in hand, watching people pass by. It was the kind of easy day I needed. But despite that, my mind was elsewhere.

"Luci, you've been so quiet," Ferran said, glancing at me. "Is something going on?"

I stared down at my ice cream, watching as a small drop started to melt onto my hand. I didn't know how to answer him. Everything inside me felt so heavy, so conflicted. The weight of what had happened between Pedri and me was starting to suffocate me.

"Luciana?" Ferran's voice was firmer now, concern etched into every word. "What's going on with you?"

I stayed silent, feeling the tension growing between us. Ferran was my brother—he could read me better than anyone else. He knew when something was off, and I had been off ever since... that night. But I couldn't tell him. I couldn't drag him into this mess.

He sighed, shifting on the bench to face me more directly. "What's going on with you and Dante? Is something wrong? He's been gone for a while, but you seem... distant."

My heart raced. I knew this moment was coming. I couldn't avoid it anymore. Ferran wasn't going to let it go, and I didn't want to lie to him. He was my brother. But how could I possibly tell him?

"Luci," Ferran said, his voice growing a bit sharper. He wasn't angry, but I could hear the frustration building. "Talk to me. You've been acting weird for days, and now you're sitting here not saying a word. What's happening?"

The words rushed out before I could stop them.

"I cheated on Dante."

Ferran froze, his ice cream forgotten in his hand. He blinked at me, as if he hadn't heard me correctly. "What did you say?"

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry despite the cold ice cream. "I slept with Pedri."

The silence that followed was suffocating. Ferran's face paled, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Luciana," he breathed, "Pedri? You slept with Pedri? He's... he's married."

"I know," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I know he's married, Ferran. But it just... happened. We didn't plan it. It wasn't supposed to—"

"He's married," Ferran repeated, his voice rising slightly. "And you're with Dante! You've been together for months! What the hell were you both thinking?"

I didn't have an answer for that. I wasn't sure if I had been thinking at all. All I could remember was the way Pedri had looked at me, the way it felt like the world had disappeared around us. But that didn't justify what we had done.

"It's complicated," I finally said, my voice shaky. "Pedri and Esther... their marriage isn't good. She's always picking fights with him, always looking for something to be angry about."

"So that's an excuse to sleep with him?" Ferran's voice was sharp, but I could tell he was trying to keep his cool. "Luci, you're both in committed relationships. Pedri's career—"

"I know," I cut him off, my throat tightening. "I know this could ruin him. That's why no one can know. Not a soul, Ferran."

He stared at me, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "You seriously think I'm going to tell anyone? Pedri's my friend, Luciana. Of course I'm not going to say anything. But this... this is bad. Really bad."