Marcella dragged herself to the classroom, choosing a seat beside Cooper. The girl came from a family of Metalhearts, but that didn't matter to Marcella. She had learned long ago to not judge someone by their family or position. Especially the former. "[i]Ciao[/i]," Marcella greeted flippantly. She let her shoulders droop and her neck arch. A posture that would have scandalized her [i]madre[/i], but at that point Marcella didn't care. She glanced over at Maxwell and Daniella, the latter's blush clear on her face. It was a look she had seen the handmaids in her estate give the passing rugged (and admittedly not too bad looking) stable boys. Marcella raised an eyebrow and allowed herself an amused smile at the blatant flirting.