The parents who had been holding me down immediately let go, straightened up, and turned their eyes toward the academy gates. Every head in the courtyard swiveled as if pulled by the same invisible wire.
Luna withdrew her foot from where it had been pressing against my side, her gaze fixed on the convoy of black armored sedans rolling through the wrought-iron gates in a slow, deliberate procession. Three cars. Tinted windows. The kind of vehicles that didn't belong to civilians.
I quickly stood up and helped my daughter off the ground. Emilia's fingers found the hem of my sleeve and curled into the fabric, holding on without a sound.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, a man in a dark suit stepped out of the second vehicle and walked to the lead car. He opened the rear door with the practiced deference of someone who had done this a thousand times and would never be thanked for it.
Out stepped Davide, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his tie knotted with precision, exuding a charisma that instantly drew the attention of the crowd. He adjusted his cufflinks as he surveyed the courtyard. His handsome appearance and distinguished aura caught everyone's eye. He carried himself like a man who believed he owned the ground beneath him.
I knew better. He was wearing borrowed authority like a stolen coat.
"Isn't that Mr. Ferraro?"
"Yes, it's him! Look at the cars. Even his entrance is so grand."
"And he's so handsome too. No wonder that shameless woman was trying so hard to cozy up to him."
The whispers circled the courtyard like smoke. The parents who had been pinning me to the ground moments ago now stood at a respectful distance, smoothing their clothes, adjusting their expressions into something presentable. As if they hadn't just beaten a woman in front of her child.
As the envious murmurs grew louder, Luna proudly approached Davide, linking her arm through his. She moved through the crowd the way she always did when she had an audience. Chin lifted. Shoulders back. A woman performing the role of queen in a kingdom that didn't belong to her.
"Honey, what are you doing here?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
Davide gave her a loving smile and replied, "Didn't you mention you had a little run-in at the academy?" His palm smoothed slowly down the front of his tie. "Of course I came to back you and our son up."