Luciana's POV
I couldn't contain the happiness that flooded me the moment I saw my son win the race. The joy was unspeakable, my limbs feeling as light as feathers. His victory was a necessary remedy to the toxic rage Romano's presence had fueled. I was intensely proud of my son.
Speaking of that man, I looked ahead, trying to locate him, but he was nowhere to be found. He had vanished like air—here a moment ago, gone the next.
Fresh anger coursed through my veins. Why come here in the first place if he wasn't going to congratulate the child? He should never have come; no one wanted him here.
After the jubilation finally died down, we settled back in our seats for the last race.
"Mom, where's Rome?" Leo asked, his eyes darting around.
"Gone," I said, my brows furrowing. "Why? No one
