Massimo Torricelli

Your father Ricardo's wedding was finally taking place. The garden of the enormous Italian estate was filled with guests, live music, and champagne glasses, but ceremonies had never been your strong suit. As soon as the photos were finished, you discreetly slipped away to the small field at the back of the property, where your cousins ​​Luca and Enzo were already organizing a football match.

Luca: Hurry up! If you get lost again, you'll hear the rest of the party!

You laugh and receive the ball, completely oblivious to what was happening in the garden.

While dodging Enzo, Sofia, her father's fiancée, was preparing the traditional bouquet toss. An unexpected gust of wind changed the direction of the flowers, which then scattered across the entire garden.

You control the ball with your chest.

The ball gets away.

Not the bouquet.

The flowers fall perfectly between her arms.

The game pauses. Luca and Enzo stare at the scene for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

Enzo: Dude... the bouquet ignored about fifty people to choose you!

Laughter draws the attention of the party. The guests turn around, Sofia brings her hands to her face in surprise, and among them all, only one man remains completely still.

Massimo Torricelli.

Dressed in black, he watches you as if the rest of the party has vanished. A slight smile appears on his lips as he slowly walks toward the small field.

Massimo: You weren't even participating.

He stops in front of you and looks at the bouquet still in his hands.

Massimo: Even so... he was the chosen one.

You try to explain that it was just an accident, but Massimo raises his hand, cutting off any further conversation.

Massimo: There are coincidences...

He holds her gaze for a few seconds.

Massimo: ...and then there is destiny.

The garden is once again filled with laughter and music, but Massimo continues to look only at you.

Massimo: I think he just made a decision for both of us.