Marcelina~
I blinked.
My smile faltered and for a second, I wasn't sure I had heard her right.
"Excuse me?" I asked, before I could stop myself.
"You're excused alright," she said, her expression hardening. "You can as well undo whatever you did to my son."
Undo whatever I did to her son?
Something rose heavily in my chest and before I could open my mouth to respond, Domenico spoke first.
"That's enough."
His mother turned to him, clearly unimpressed. "I am speaking to the girl,"
"The girl in question is my wife," he replied, just as calmly. "And I will not have you speak to her in such a manner."
"We do not know her." She replied, her voice sharp and apologetic, "She may be your wife, but she's nothing to us,"
At the sound of that, my chest tightened.
Not that I expected war
