/Eliana's POV/
"Come on, there is nothing to lie about," she crossed her arms, a cocky smile playing on her lips.
"Tessa!" he pulled her harshly, "Don't start your drama here!"
"I just—"
"I think Riccardo is mature enough to know that they are children," Edoardo finally barged in, "Right, Amorina?" he wrapped his hand around my shoulder.
"Of course," I pecked his lips.
"If you guys are done, can we start my daughter's birthday? It's her special day," Alessandro rolled his eyes.
"Someone missed their wife," Edoardo playfully hit his shoulders.
"Where is Marco?" I looked around.
"I'm here, Mommy," he came with a huge box in his hand, "I was in the bathroom," he put the box on the table.
