Betty's POV

"My sons are so incompetent. Despite having three sons, not even one could steal your heart," Francesca said bitterly, unaware of the implications of her statement.

Francesca was still riding the high of her own teasing, completely oblivious to the subtle shift across the table.

I felt someone's gaze burning into me. I glanced over and locked eyes with Heaven, seated directly opposite me.

Her smile was still in place, curved perfectly at the corner of her lips, but for a moment ...