“What is this,” Adriano shouted as he strode through the mannequins, “fuckin’ fashion week in Milan?”
Bianca whirled around, a delighted look on her face.
Lucia burst into a huge grin. “Heeeey – it’s my sixth-favorite brother-in-law!”
“You likeNiccolobetter than me?” Adriano said in annoyed disbelief.
“…okay,” Lucia said with a ‘you got me’ voice. “Myfifth-favorite brother-in-law.”
“What about Lars?”
“He’s not technically a brother-in-law. If he was, you’d be back to sixth.”
Bianca laughed as she ran to Adriano. He caught her and twirled her around as they kissed.
“Everything goin’ okay?” he asked.
“Everything’sgreat,”she said happily. “Lucia’s going to do a big social media push before we open.”
Lucia nodded. “When you open, you’re gonna have lines around the blockto get in.”
“Seriously?” Adriano asked, obviously not believing her.
“Yeah, man. I got, like, 57,000 followers.”
“I thought you had half a million,” Adriano said, confused.
“Idid,back when I wasPrincipessa puttana della mafia,”Lucia pouted. “But Massimo made me change it after we got married.”
Principessa puttana della mafiameant ‘Mafia princess bitch.’
“Probably a good thing you changed it,” Bianca said.
Lucia snorted. “My grandmother thinks so. Which means it’s a bad thing.”
“What are you now?” Adriano asked.
“Principessa puttana della moda.”
Fashion princess bitch.
“That’s not a big improvement,” Adriano said in a deadpan voice.
“At least I’m not advertising I’m in a mafia family anymore.”
“Okay, I take it back,” Adriano said. “Itisa big improvement.”
“I’m glad my fifth-favorite brother-in-law approves.” Lucia looked past Adriano and over at me. “What up, Gorgeous George!”
I sighed. “Could you not call me that?”
“Don’t worry, Massimo won’t beat you up.” She clasped her hands to the side of her face in a parody of a love-struck schoolgirl. “He knows he’s the only one for me.”
“Awesome. Can you still not call me that?”
“Why not? It’s a damn sight better than Curious George.”
I frowned. “Who’s Curious George?”
