Franco's gaze darkened completely, he clenched his teeth.
"Susan shouldn't be late," he muttered.
Lorenzo huffed and walked away to the living room.
"This is madness, how dare they open Gianna's salon?" retorted Franco's aunt, Marcela. "I can't even imagine how my brother is right now, I'm sure it was your crazy girlfriend."
Franco snorted, ignoring his aunt's comment.
"I'm going to find Susan," he murmured. As he turned, Sarah's brothers arrived, along with her.
"Franco, good evening," they greeted seriously.
"Welcome," he replied.
Sarah completely ignored him, looked at the salon, and at Franco with a serious expression.
"I hope that woman doesn't show up," she thought and noticed how the gentlemen fixed their gaze on the top of the mansion.
And suddenly, the eyes of the arrivi
