"A woman ought to know her place. With jealousy like that, how can she run a household like theirs? Look at this poor girl, she's about ready to give birth."
Gianna dabbed at her tears, stealing a glance toward the armored sedan from the corner of her eye.
Nana Agata, the old nursemaid at her side, stepped forward. Her rosary beads clicked once against each other as her fingers tightened around them, and then she let them fall against her chest. "Mrs. Enzo Moretti, bearing children for your husband is a wife's most basic duty. You can't conceive yourself, haven't produced a single child in years, and now our mistress carries the heir's flesh and blood. You ought to be down on your knees in gratitude, welcoming her through those gates with full ceremony."
"She's delicate. The young master never lets anyone cause our mistress the slightest distress. You stand there ignoring her, leaving her to kneel on the pavement outside the compound. If something happens to the baby because of you, can you bear that responsibility?"