Writer's pov

GRASSI' VILLA.

Mr Grassi stared at his wife with an offended frown, his eyes were focused on the space between them and his grip on the spoon he was holding tightened that it could bend any second.

His wife was sitting at a distance of two chairs away from him, she was focused on her food and doesn't seem to notice his anger, or maybe she doesn't care -she doesn't even make the slightest mistake of glancing his way.

He slammed his spoon on the table angrily hoping to catch her attention, but he failed since she played deaf and continued with her food.

"You've been acting weird...