"Then my decision is final too. I'm not marrying Ricco. Excuse me." She scoffed and stormed out of the dining room.
"Fiorella." Mama got up to follow her but was stopped by papa.
"Lasciala da sola. Deve accettare la decisione da sola (Leave her alone. She has to accept the decision on her own)" he said in Italian. Mom sighed in helplessness and sat down.
"Everyone, please don't be bothered by the incident that just took place. Please enjoy the food." Papa Moretti said.
Vincenzo signalled the maids to serve the food. It was the most awkward and tense breakfast I ever had in my life. The food was delicious but it felt like I was swallowing stones due to all the tension in the room. No one spoke a word. The only sounds that could be heard were of cutlery items.
I silently ate
