/Riccardo's POV/
I'm currently at Luca's school. They wanted to talk to me about his performance. Thanks to Eliana's spoiled niece, Luca is now in a bad mood and their competition is in two weeks. The other parents were also called because apparently, the 'princess' is not willing to perform.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Mancini. Bella's parents will be here in a few moments," the teacher smiled.
"It's fi—"
"I'm here," a crack from the door made us shift our heads. I didn't expect him to come here, to be honest.
"Finally," I sighed, getting up from my chair.
"I'll leave you guys to talk," she left the room.
"So, my baby had an issue with your son," he sounds amused, "I never expected that," he pursed his lips, putting his hands in his pocket.
"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if I was you. I mean, You and Eliana are very bad examples," I flashed him a sly grin.
"Watch your mouth when you speak about my girl, Detective," he clenched his jaw.
