Ruggerio
Ginevra: You can act like an i***t all you want, but your smile is still gorgeous.
Ginevra: Your file was horrible. But still better than Not-Tommy’s.
I suppress a smile at the texts appearing on my screen and concentrate back on the big screen. Frank is holding a beer and is talking to my brother standing beside him. We took him with us to a bar where we wanted to see the game, as my mother was nearly re-staging a classic tragedy at my refusal to take him along.
I hate this.
Instead of enjoying the game with my best friend like I had intended to, I’m now playing a babysitter for a convicted rapist. Technically speaking, I wouldn’t have to, but I feel myself tense every time he just moves to look at someone other than Frank.
Damn it.
Suddenly, Frank turns around and puts
