MANUEL'S POV

"Hello?" Came the deep baritone voice from the background. Okayyyy. I hadn't expected that.

"Good evening sir. I'm sorry to bother you so late at night." The moment Bianca heard my voice, she jumped off the stone she had been sitting on, clearly shocked to see me there. "My name is Manuel Russo, and I just wanted you to speak with your daughter." Immediately I said that, her eyes lit up.

"Bianca?" Even her father sounded more lively. I could hear a feminine voice in the background, asking what it was. "Tesoro, it's Bianca." He muttered to the person I was now sure was his wife.

"Papa!" Bianca...