I stood between the two women I deeply cared about, and the air was thick with tension. Diane’s words were like sharp and hurtful.
I saw Ava’s face go pale. She was leaning against the marble counter and she looked so small, and heartbroken and I couldn't let her tolerate this any longer.
"Diane, that is enough," I said, my voice deep and firm. I stepped closer to Ava, putting my hand on her waist. "Ava is my wife. She isn't going anywhere. We have moved past the past."
Diane didn't look at me. She kept her cold, blue eyes fixed on Ava. "We will see, Luca. We will see."
Just then, Leon came running back into the room, dragging a huge silver suitcase behind him. "Let's open the gifts.'
The dark clouds on Diane’s face vanished instantly. She turned back into the sweet, loving grandmot
