Lorenzo Vitale
I'm about to button my shirt when someone knocks on the door.
I'm surprised to find a bold Siena standing there, her blue eyes fixed on me without the slightest trace of uncertainty.
I assume her intentions are the same as every other year and that she's looking to add another scandal to her endless collection.
I roll my eyes and move to close the door without saying a word, but she throws herself forward, blocking my attempt.
“What are you doing?”
The crease forming on my forehead seems to frighten her, because she freezes abruptly.
“I need to talk to you, Lorenzo.”
“I'm not particularly excited about another one of your scandals. They're only entertaining occasionally.”
“I know.”
She clasps her hands in front of her body and bites her lip, trying to decide how to
