"Yeah, that's exactly what it is." Marco drawled.
"Did you come by to see Ricardo?" he asked casually, the subtle edge of sarcasm in his tone suggested he already knew the answer.
Bianca caught the nuance immediately. Her lips curved into a polite smile, acknowledging the unspoken challenge without confronting it directly. "Yes," she admitted. "I came to invite him and his fiancée over to dinner tonight."
Marco's gaze sharpened slightly, but he remained silent, allowing her to continue.
"I was just about to inform Luca," she added, glancing briefly down the corridor that led to her husband's office. "He doesn't sleep at the house, so I guess this is where I get to see my husband, uhn?" She managed a weak laugh.
"He's been busy," he said diplomatically.
Bianca nodded. "Of course. The life we chose doesn't exactly allow for… conventional marriages." She straightened, reclaiming her poised demeanor. "I won't keep you any longer," she said. "I should go and see Luca."
