"Sorella, you have to look stunning!" I could almost imagine smoke coming out of Gianna's nostrils as she dragged me through fancy, glittery shops in a big, huge building called a shopping mall. I pretended that I knew what the shopping mall was supposed to be. She wasn't Leonardo. She might not understand.
"I have enough dresses and things in my wardrobe," I protested, trying to keep up with her. "Let's just go home,"
"No way. You need something new," Gianna murmured, distracted as she peered into expensive-looking shops. "Absolutely stunning and in blue. Blue is fratello's favorite colour. That b***h should get a taste of her own medicine," I felt a tad smug inside. Gianna and I were on the same page with this.
"f**k," Before I could reply, she halted and it was fascinating how her
