Her eyes softened in recognition. But then she remembered she was upset—and with a small frown, she snatched her hand away.
Her friends had stopped too, watching the scene unfold, their eyes narrowing at the masked man who dared to grab Siena’s wrist.
“Hey! Leave her alone!” Anna shouted, taking a step forward, ready to defend her friend. Riya followed right behind her, anger flashing across her face.
Sensing the tension, Siena quickly intervened, her voice low and hesitant. “Um… he’s Cristiano—my husband.”
Both Anna and Riya froze for a second before their faces lit up with excitement. They exchanged a quick, thrilled glance, then turned to face Cristiano.
“Hi!” They chimed together, smiling brightly.
Cristiano gave them a polite nod, but Siena didn’t smile. Instead, she turned away
