The Footage

/Eliana's POV/

I froze when he stood by the door. From his expression, I couldn't tell how much he listened. But I hoped that he hadn't heard any of it. All the anger in me left my body as I just stared at him. He looked unfazed, cool, as if nothing happened and that scared me to the core.

After a few moments of blank stare, he said, "Good evening," hesitantly. I was more confused. Is he drunk? 

"Good evening, son," Martin smiled at him, "I came to surprise you,"

Riccardo chuckled. And I must say, it's not like the other days. His chuckle had a bit of dryness in it, "Well, you sure did," he put his keys on the cabin and kissed me, "I missed you," 

"I'm—" 

"I heard you guys yelling. Is everything okay?" his eyes flicker between me and his dad. My heartbeat escalated at his question. I bet he could hear it since his hand was wrapped around my waist.