"I understand you, fratello. Amanda does too much. I mean even if you want to be that way with any man, it should be one man, right? One very special man."
Vittorio squirmed on the inside, scared to death his fear was going to give him away soon.
"What are you saying, Ro? If it were up to me, you're never going to be with any man. Ever. I don't even want to hear it. You're too yo–"
She let go off his shoulders, and hissed brattily.
"I'm going to be in my mid-twenties soon. Sorry brother, but I'm not a child anymore. You'll have to deal with it."
Turning around, she walked out of the room, leaving Luciano's eyes widened in shock.
"Di–did you hear that, Vitto? Does it mean–does it mean she has someone in her life? I'll kill him." He asked and concluded on his own.
Vittorio released the breath he was holding, and uncrossed his legs, forgetting the good ole art of elegance.
"Why do you think there's someone in her life?" He asked, very cautiously.
