I stared at them. I should have felt insulted by their audacity in assuming that I was bound to him and wouldn't marry anyone else, but I kept calm.
"I was talking to my friend about her wedding," I said instead.
Pietro frowned. "You don't have any friends besides Nadina."
I glared at him. "I have a lot of friends."
Giacomo sighed. "So about earlier, we're sorry we've not been paying you any attention. It's just with Nadina and the baby, everything is so sudden—"
"How did Nadina become pregnant and I didn't know? Who's the father?" I asked, interrupting him.
I wanted to know what lie he would tell just to keep his secret.
Giacomo exchanged a nervous glance with Pietro, and Pietro spoke up immediately.
"The baby is mine!"
Giacomo nodded quickly. "Yes, it's Pietro's. We just didn't know how to tell you 'cause Pietro and Nadina hooked up once and then she got pregnant and, you know, she's your best friend and all," Giacomo rambled.
"Yeah," Pietro nodded.
His thumb pressed into the center of his opposite palm without him seeming to notice.
I stared at them, half-amused. They must think I'm such an idiot, like I haven't figured out the truth yet.