/Riccardo's POV/
"So, Tessa was telling the truth," he scoffed, mounching his food.
"Dad, please," I took a deep breath, "I'm just helping her," This whole time, Eliana was just playing with her meal.
"Helping a criminal?"
"Dad!"
"I'm not a criminal," she finally lifted her head from the food. "It's not proven by court,"
"You know the law pretty well," he bobbed his head, "impressive," as he stared at her, she moved her eyes to her plate.
"When are you planning to get married?" His eyes were still on her.
"I won't forget the invitation," she still didn't dare to lift her head from her plate .
"What about you, son? Do you—"
"No," I dropped the fork, "I'm not planning to get married yet."
"How about—"
"I'm going to sleep," she went from the table.
"See what you did?"
"What? Is she your girl?" I was taken aback.
