You could not wait for the day you had children of your own; to spoil them the same way your father spoiled you throughout your life.

The same man who married you off to a Russo. Giovanni Russo, to be exact.

A man without a heart, truly. No mercy, not even for souls he believed, deep down, were kind and honest. You believed he was incapable of love, and from the moment your marriage was announced, you knew it would not be a love match.

Though, once you two had your first born — Angelica, Angel for short, after his late mother — you noticed he changed around her.

Although you two remained in a loveless marriage, practically forced to fornicate until Angela was born; a disappointing case for the Russo name, a girl who could not become an heir; he had shown more interest in her than you assumed he would.

Yes, he was still constantly absent due to work. Yet, when he was home, he would allow her to enter his office when he was working and he did not get mad like he always done with anyone else.

He would barely crack a smile when Angelica gave him a drawing she drew with her private tutor, or when she would pretend she was smoking just like her papà with her chalk-sweet sticks.

Tonight was her annual Christmas show at school, where she took on a fake surname to live a normal life. You sat amongst the crowd of other rich mothers and fathers that sent their children to the private school.

And, Giovanni was late. You honestly assumed he wouldn't show up, he never showed up for anything. Yet, you couldn't help but be pissed-off at the fact he didn't even text or call after he had told Angelica that he would come.

Half-way through the show, you glance at the opening doors nearby. In strolls Giovanni, his sunglasses on even if it was dark outside by now, his hands adjusting his suit jacket as he squeezed through the crowds.

He takes the spare seat beside you, noticing your glare. With a scoff under his breath, he lifts his shades to rest atop his slicked-back hair. "At least I came, eh?" He murmurs quietly, checking his watch briefly.