Ginevra
“So, what do you do for a living, Ginevra? Tell us something about you. Don’t be shy.” Ruggerio’s father says loudly.
“Erm… I work for my grandmother. She has a… she designs bags and I manage the sales.” Scooping the tomatoes on my plate with my fork, I add, lying. “And help her design and so…”
“Their new collection is awesome, daddy. A huge success, as I heard in school.” Elisabetta gushes, triggering her brother’s response.
“How would you even know?” Salvatore snarls, making her poke her tongue out at him.
“Elisabetta…” Her mother reprimands her, continuing to eat bored.
“We look at them at school! Ginevra Ottaviano is a huge name in fashion. Right, Ginny?”
I nod, still able to taste the bile that rose into my throat at hearing my grandmother’s name.
“Uh-huh. She is very
