Francesca
Giulio appeared at my door after I'd showered and dressed. "Holy Christ, Frankie. I was worried about you last night. Are you okay?"
He was dressed like a fashion model, expensive fabrics draped carelessly over his slender body, his hair perfectly styled. His features were softer than Faust's, handsome in a more classical sense. His mother must have been beautiful too.
I sighed and waved him in. I was scared to death.
"I can believe it. It was a bad storm." He shook his head and closed the door. "My father's temper is a scary thing. He must have been really mad at you to leave you out there."
I thought I could be honest with Giulio. "He asked me not to wear the black bikini during his date with Enzo."
"And you wore it?" Giulio shuddered. "Bella, this was askin
