
The life of Franca Malorni, exponent of the good bourgeoisie of the capital, suddenly changes when her husband dies suddenly. The woman begins to pour her attention on the three daughters, obliging them to have a Sunday lunch with their families.
A poignant exploration of familial obligation and unspoken resentments. It feels like a quiet Sunday afternoon, filled with the weight of tradition and the subtle ache of loss, all wrapped in a warm, domestic embrace.














