Charles Ricci
I take a deep breath before turning to respond to my father's call, the great Albert Ricci. When I meet his eyes and his cold expression, I know he's angry. Certainly, the troublesome Ariana went to their house to talk about my attitude towards her, but I don't care at all because I will never take back any word I said.
— Bark, bark — Onyx barks at my father and goes to meet him. My father pets his head but doesn't linger, as his eyes return to meet mine.
— Do you know why I'm here? — he asks, putting his hands in his pants pockets while looking at me intently.
I nod.
— Yes. — I reply, turning off the hairdryer. — and I stand by every word I said to that woman. — I warn.
He continues with his intense gaze on mine, as if trying to see my soul.
— I knew you wouldn't take
