Marcelina's POV
"And who is she?" Her voice cut through the room like a blade, causing all eyes to turn towards the stairs.
Including his.
My chest tightened as I found myself under their full attention. Domenico. The older man—his father. And her.
Especially her.
Straightening slightly, I forced myself not to shrink under the weight of their stares. My fingers twitched at my sides, but I held my ground, lifting my chin just enough to keep from looking intimidated.
My gaze flickered to Domenico, waiting, hoping—just a little—that he'd say something. Give me something: a signal, a word, anything.
But he didn't.
He just stared, unmoving.
And then his eyes dropped slowly. From my face... down my bare legs... and up again, taking everything in. My breath hitched, barely noticeable, b
