Knowing his younger brother has come in handy, especially with the way Romiro throws out random facts. Like the fact that Nicolo hasn’t been with a women in fifteen years. And that he avoids social interactions like the plague.
This is going to be so fun.
I bid Luca goodbye before I head back inside, my heels clicking and clacking against the stone floors. Quickly slipping inside my room, I stay with my back to the door for a beat before grabbing my lip gloss off my desk and reapplying it, smacking my lips together.
Dropping on the bed, I scroll through my messages before landing on my last chat with Valentina. I shoot her a quick text.
Me
Heyyyyy bitch!
How’s New York without me?
I bet it’s boring.
Please say it’s boring.
Val
Hii you
New York hasn’t stopped weeping since you left.
Me
Haha. Very funny, Val.
Looks like my brother is rubbing off on you.
Val
How’s Italy?
Me
Beautiful, sunny, and painfully lonely.
Val
Awww
We miss you
Me
Who’s we? If you say the names of any of my brothers, you’re a liar.
Val
Me and Bee, you grump.
Me
I’m not a grump.
Send pics
Val
