Francesca's eyes turned serious, her gaze piercing.
"Do you think being handsome gives you the right to be careless with people's feelings?" she began, her voice steady and firm. "You flash that smile, you lean in with that charming voice, you make them feel special in the moment… and for what? Because you're bored? Because it's fun? You're not a boy anymore, Javier. You're a man who has promised himself to five women who adore you. Your 'casual charm' isn't harmless. It's selfish."
"But Mother… I didn't mean anything by it," Javier mumbled softly, avoiding her eyes.
"That's the problem," Francesca continued, her tone unyielding. "You may not mean anything by it, but what about the girl? What about the maid whose heart flutters because the handsome prince smiled at her? Who might start dreaming of something more? You're not just being playful, you're being careless with people's feelings."
