"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Isabelle
Leo held my hand as I gave the piercer a weary look.
Am I getting my nipples pierced?
Maybe.
I'm a grown woman and can basically do whatever I want.
"Take a deep breath for me," she said, I complied as she finished the last one, "all done," she handed me a mirror so I could see.
"Thank you," I smiled at her, "how cool do I look on a scale?"
"Hundred," Leo answered.
"It was out of a thousand."
"I know."
Loser.
I pulled my loose shirt back down as she explained the healing stuff and whatever. I am paying attention don't let my previous sentence confuse you.
Yes.
Leo and I walked up to pay, Leo deciding to turn into a track star or something beat me to pulling out my card. I know he's rich and shit but I don't like when he pays for me.
It does not sit right with me.
As we walked out I held his hand, "You drive," I said not feeling like doing so.
He nodded opening my car door for me.
Freak.
"Thank you Darling."
Lee hummed before going to his side.
"I got Kev and Sara sunglasses," I told Leo, "stylish ones."
"What color?"
"Blue," I answered, "this reminds me that we need to make Sara a nickname since we all have them expect for her."
I thought for a minute, "Sari, Sae, wait we never gave her a middle name. Like Kevin Belleo Ariti."
Did I just combine me and Leo's name for his middle name? I did, yeah.
Sara something Rossi. She only gets Leo's last name so he feels included in this family.
