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...