Elisabetta
As I’m getting driven home, I concentrate on my phone. While I’m scrolling through social media, my brother is babbling along annoyingly.
I kind of like the fact that he just talks about random stuff to get me back talking to him, but I’m still angry about what he did to Ginevra in complicity with my family.
And furthermore, that he is lying to me.
Even while on the phone with Ginevra, I could see it in his eyes that he was elated to hear her voice.
He could frown all he wanted.
I could still tell.
I’m the genius little sister after all.
As he stops the car, our staff is at the car in a minute to open the door for me and to take Ruggerio’s keys to park the car into the garage.
“Want to have a sleepover tonight? Like when we were kids. I’ll make you a hot chocolate, and
