JealousyIt was a few minutes to eight when the doorbell rang. Anna and Marco were sitting in the living room.
- I’ll get it! - shouted Andrea, and ran to the door.
The girls were standing there, side by side, looking more alike than ever: their long hair loose on their shoulders, those big blue eyes, the same lipstick, the same shorts, one white and one cream, the same t-shirts that gently hugged their breasts, the same white sandals offsetting their long, toned legs.
Andrea couldn’t take his eyes off of them and Alessandra was the first to react.
- Will you let us in, or should we just stand here all night? - she asked with a playful smile.
- Sorry, come on in! - he replied and moved aside.
Alessandra stopped to kiss his cheek, welcoming him to Conegliano, then ran to the living roo
