Sienna DiMarco
“I am telling you… Santino is H-O-T!” she spelled the word hot, as if spelling it made a difference.
“Tessa, I get it, he is a novelty… but we are having a girls´ night, and you have said the same thing over and over for an hour…” I sighed, and she laughed.
“God! Why do you have to be pregnant? This deserves some chilled rosé and a dance night out… not binge-watching Titanic!” she said, a bit frustrated, and I laughed.
“God! I can’t laugh this hard, you are going to make me pee…” I said, and she laughed.
That was the thing about Tessa, no matter how things were, we always ended up laughing like a couple of lunatics.
“Anyway, hear me out…” she squared her shoulders and bounced on the couch. “His cousin is cute, a bit roughed, and with a very serious attitude… maybe
