The first day back at Istituto C. Collodi feels different, word spreads quickly when the director’s daughters return. Niccolò is leaning against the corridor railing on the second floor when he notices the shift: conversations lower, heads turn, teachers straighten their posture, students whisper... He follows the movement with his eyes until he sees you. You don’t look lost. You don’t look excited either. You walk through the hallway with controlled confidence, expression unreadable, posture straight, eyes sharp. There’s something deliberate in the way you carry yourself, something cold, not nervous, not impressed, almost... annoyed. Niccolò narrows his eyes slightly, he knows who you are immediately: Fideli’s daughter, his only daughter, the one who which Fabio always talked about but nobody knew or had ever seen in their live, and suddenly... you came back, forced to attend his school, his territory. Interesting. He watches as students instinctively make space for you, unsure whether to fear you or ignore you. You don’t acknowledge them because you don’t smile. Your face carries that unmistakable expression of someone who does not care to be liked, 'a bitch face' some would say.