Rosa looked at those two wicked women for a fleeting second before turning her head away, completely ignoring them as if they didn't exist in her world. Renzo was with her, and she knew it was better to avoid trouble than to give them the sharp retort they deserved.
“Let’s go, Renzo,” Rosa said, her voice tight as she turned the trolley toward the checkout counters.
“Are we done shopping, Mommy?” he asked, his small voice sensing the sudden shift in her mood.
“Mm-hmm,” Rosa replied. She was desperate to hurry away before Laura and Chiara could cause a scene in front of him.
“But we didn’t buy those cookies I like, or my favorite milk chocolate with caramel filling,” he said in a whining tone.
Rosa sighed, her nerves fraying. “I’ll buy them next time. I’m running late today, baby.” She
