Distressed
Fifty-Four: Celin
I stand there in utter confusion as I feel Alessia try to pull away to go to Ginevra. When I finally release her hand. I can hear their voices, but everything seems to be coming to me through a wall of cotton. All I can see is his face. His smiling face that is until he sees the whole picture. He has changed. He has changed a lot. Gone is the clean looking Mafia man that he used to be. In its place is a rugged looking man with a full beard and mustache.
The thin body he used to support is now thicker with lean muscle. He fills out his wranglers very well with all the improvements, making my mouth water. I wouldn’t have even known it was him except for his eyes and the way he was standing staring at me in that very Antonio way. All I can think of is he is ali
