Adolfo

I stood waiting for Carlo to get ready to go to his game. I was going to support him, while Alessandro was still missing in action. Not only was he not returning our calls, but his phone was switched off.

“Why the hell is he so fucking dramatic!” I blurted. Carlo rolled his eyes, not even needing to ask who I was talking about.

“Who cares. I have a hot date tonight, and neither you nor big brother are going to stand in my way.”

“Bianca?”

He nodded. “Uh-huh, and after the hungry text she just sent me, don’t expect me back later. If I do come back, don’t even think about knocking on my door.”

“Please, as if I would. I’ll most likely be out with one of the girls from my fan club.”

He shook his head. “Don’t you get tired of messing around, playing games with girls? Don’t you want a woman?”

“What, like Bianca?”

“Exactly!” he said, pointing to me. “I think she’s something special, not like these little spoiled brats you love hanging around. She’s someone who has been through so much shit