Martina
I turn to look at the nanny while still in Vincent's arms.
“I'm sorry, ma'am, she told me you needed me in the kitchen.” She's scared, and I shake my head because she doesn't know anything about what's happening in this house yet. I approach her and take her hands.
“You can be calm. It wasn't your fault.”
Vincent takes my hand and leads me with him, following Mrs Margot.
“Nana…” Vincent says, approaching her.
“My boy,” Mrs Margot says with red eyes, taking Vincent's hand and caressing his face.
“It's clear to me that my niece made a huge mistake and must pay for it.” Her eyes fill with tears, and she lowers her gaze.
Vincent takes her in his arms and hugs her tightly. I feel bad for Mrs. Margot. When they part, she looks at me.
“I'm so sorry, Mar,” Mrs Margot says sadly.
