Seeing that Davide was fully prepared to stand up for her, Luna beamed with pride. She stood taller beside him, her fingers tightening on his arm like a woman staking a claim.
The other parents were green with envy.
"I've always heard that Mr. Ferraro spoils his wife. Now it's clear he really does."
"Look at them. A perfect couple if I've ever seen one."
"Exactly. I don't understand how some people have the nerve to try to wreck their marriage."
"And she dared to mess with Mrs. Ferraro? She's way out of her league. Mr. Ferraro is about to handle this. Let's see how that homewrecker holds up now."
The word hit the air and stayed there. Homewrecker. Said about me. In front of my daughter.
My thumb found the face of my mother's signet ring and pressed against the cold gold. The Valente crest bit into my skin. I said nothing. Emilia's fingers tightened on my sleeve.
Amid the gossiping crowd, Massimo suddenly ran up to Davide and threw his arms around him.
"Dad!"