After dinner, Rosa tucked Renzo into bed. Later, under the dim glow of the living room lights, she and Lucy sat together, decompressing over hot cups of coffee.
“I was shocked when Renzo said that,” Lucy said, bringing up the topic with a teasing smile.
Rosa shook her head, letting out a heavy, weary sigh. “I swear, I was completely taken aback. It’s true what they say—children have a natural tendency to lean toward their fathers. That kid doesn’t even know Luciano is his father; he’s lived with me his entire life, yet out of all the men in the world, he chose him to be his dad.”
Rosa shook her head once more, her expression one of pure disbelief.
“It seems mother and son share the same taste,” Lucy teased.
Rosa’s eyes widened in a mix of shock and irritation. “Shut up, Lucy. I don’t
