Then Carina and her gang strutted past, tossing mocking glances and smug little smiles, their laughter echoing faintly through the corridor. Cristiano had already had his mask back on, so they didn’t recognize him—or notice the quiet electricity that lingered between him and Siena. They muttered a few degrading comments as they passed, but Siena didn’t even flinch.
She didn’t waste a second on them. Her attention was fixed solely on the man before her—the man who had actually come all the way here just to see her, to make things right.
As for Cristiano, he couldn’t have cared less about anyone else. The world could’ve burned around him, and he still wouldn’t have noticed. His mind had only one purpose—to comfort his upset wife. He didn’t even register that the girls’ whispers were aimed
