Valentina pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushing with sheepish embarrassment. "Sorry," she said, offering an apologetic smile.
Ricardo watched the exchange with admiration, clearly touched by the warmth of the moment. Luca, too, couldn't help the faint smile that tugged at his lips.
Nonnina cupped Valentina's face tenderly, her wise eyes scanning her with maternal concern. "Come stai, cara?" she asked softly. "The piccolo bambino?"
"We are fine," Valentina replied warmly.
The genuine affection between Valentina and Nonnina was undeniable, further solidifying Valentina's place. Valentina had more chemistry with everyone, it seemed like Bianca herself was the one invited to dinner.
"Come on, sit, mio figlio. I'll join you in a minute," Nonnina said gently. She moved toward Luca, waving away the maid who had stepped forward to serve him. She spooned a generous portion of food onto his plate.
