"Oh my God, Luca! Lucia!" Marie shouted loudly, rushing to the scene as Izumi dripped, her mouth and eyes still widened.
"People need to learn how to mind their business! I don't like her" Lucia snapped.
"And I repeat, do not talk down on mum anymore. We've had enough of your japanese classes, now out!" Luca pointed authoritatively at the door.
"Miss! Please calm" Marie tried to coax Izumi who looks like she's currently boiling with rage as she stared at the mess on the expensive dress which would definitely feed an extended family for months.
"No. She doesn't have to calm, she only has to get the fûck out" Lucia spoke again, and Marie nearly screamed.
Alessandro was slowly smiling, but as for Violette, she's still by the kitchen door, watching.
The urge to step in is not even in her
