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Luciana's POV

The day was moving at its usual pace at the FC Barcelona office. I was busy reviewing content for our social media channels when there was a knock on my door. I looked up to see Pedri standing there, his face breaking into a familiar, yet complicated smile.

"Hey," I greeted him, trying to keep my tone professional. "What brings you here?"

"Hey," he replied, stepping inside. "I thought we could have that work discussion you mentioned. You know, about the new social media campaign?"

I nodded, motioning for him to take a seat. "Sure. Let's go over the details."

As we began discussing the campaign, Pedri's attention seemed to drift, and he kept glancing at me with an intensity that made my heart race. After a few minutes, he finally set aside the documents and leaned forward.

"You know, Luciana," he began, his voice softer, "it's really nice to see you. I've missed this—us, I mean."

I swallowed, trying to steady my emotions. "I've missed it too, but we should focus on work. Esther is away on her modeling trip, right?"

Pedri nodded. "Yeah, she's in the US for a few weeks. That's part of why I wanted to come by. I didn't want to waste the opportunity to talk to you, to be honest."

I felt a twinge of guilt. Dante was back, and I was treading on dangerous ground. "Pedri, we need to be careful. I know Esther's away, but Dante is back now. I have to be cautious."

"I understand," he said, his expression turning serious. "I just want to be honest with you. I'm not sure how to handle everything right now. It's all so complicated."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I know. It's just... I don't want to hurt anyone, but I also can't ignore how I feel."

Pedri reached across the table, his hand brushing mine. "I feel the same way. But I don't want to rush into anything or make things worse."

Before I could respond, the sound of footsteps in the hallway reminded me of the outside world. Pedri quickly stood up, his eyes locking with mine. "Let's keep this low-key for now. I'll find ways to see you, but we need to be smart about it."

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "Okay. Let's just take it one step at a time."

After Pedri left, I tried to refocus on work, but my thoughts kept drifting back to him and our complicated situation. Later that day, as I walked to the parking lot, I saw Ferran leaning against his car, his expression thoughtful.

"Hey, Ferran," I called out, walking over. "Got a minute?"

"Of course," he said, pushing off the car and looking at me with concern. "What's up?"

"I just... I don't know what to do," I confessed, looking down at my feet. "With Pedri and Dante. I feel so torn. Dante's back, and I'm trying to be careful, but..."

Ferran listened intently, his brow furrowing as I spoke. "It sounds like you're in a really tough spot. I get that you have feelings for Pedri, but Dante is your partner. It's not easy balancing both."

"I know," I said, feeling the weight of my choices pressing down on me. "I don't want to hurt Dante, but Pedri and I... there's something there that's hard to ignore."

Ferran nodded slowly. "Look, Luciana, I'm not going to pretend I know exactly what you're going through, but you need to be honest with yourself and with Dante. It's unfair to all people involved if you're not clear about where you stand."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. "You're right. I just wish it were simpler. I wish I could make everything work without causing pain."

Ferran put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be tough, but you've got to make the choices that are best for you and for everyone involved. And remember, I'm here for you, no matter what."

"Thanks, Ferran," I said, giving him a grateful smile. "I appreciate that."

As we finished our conversation, I felt a little lighter, though the challenges ahead were still daunting. I knew that whatever path I chose, it would come with its own set of difficulties. But for now, I had to navigate through this maze of emotions and decisions, hoping to find a way forward that would bring some clarity and peace.

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