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"Thank you so much, Signor Gennaro," I say pleasantly to the elderly man in front of me. He nods, raises his glass, and moves on -rather slowly- to a group of young women who are gossiping about the night's events. The moment all his attention is off of me, the smile falls from my lips, and I look around for an exit.

The compliment he gave me -if I can call it that- was about my appearance, "It's rather refreshing having a woman not display her gifts nowadays. I commend you on that, Signorina." Slimy bastards, just as Padre said. I move fast and hastily to the balcony. I need some air. I step on the marble floor and immediately feel a lot calmer. The noise of the inside isn't as permanent out here and I take a few deep breaths. In and out. That's it. Everything will be okay.

I'm not very good with people and tonight is the first time in years that I have been around so many. It is frightening. I somehow manage to calm myself down but just then there is a noise, a moan. There is a moan and what follows that is more groaning. My eyes fly open and I look -involuntary- to my side. In the far corner of the balcony, a woman and man are getting... very well acquainted with each other.

I stay glued in my place and I am sure my breathing has stopped. The girl is wearing a long black dress and gold jewelry that shimmers in the darkness, under the low light.
She has a band around her ring finger and a satisfied growl leaves her throat.

"Merde, Filippo, c'est trop bon," she moans and the world comes crashing down around me. She is having sex with my brother, and here I am, watching it go on. Jesus!

(Shit, Filippo, it's so good)

"Yeah, baby. Does your husband fuck you this well?" My brother asks her and my eyes almost fall off my face. I turn around and leave the balcony before he sees me there because that would be truly awkward now, wouldn't it be? I've seen my brother having sex. That's one thing off my summer bucket list.

"Signorina, would you please have a walk with me?" A man asks from behind me and I whirl around to find the most attractive man standing there, looking at me with the prettiest, shiniest eyes. I swear, my breathing is ragged because of what is happening outside and not because of this man in front of me. Black curls are falling into his face, which is adorned with blue striking eyes and the best award-winning smile anyone could master. I bet our children would be beautiful! Wait, what?

(Miss)

"Eldo, I knew you'd try to slither your way around my sisters. Go somewhere you're needed, why don't you?" Bastiano tells him, coming out of nowhere to stand behind me, with his hand gripping my elbow.

"Bastiano, my man! Thought you'd finally given up and killed yourself years ago, you know after Marina left you. I remember you took it so hard. Guess you were hiding away out of shame," the man, Eldo, fires back and all the beauty from his face is gone in that instant. He is charming, sure, but the gentle, unworldly beauty I first glimpsed in him is now nowhere to be seen. His seething words are all I can think of when I look at him. I stand straight, ready to defend my brother, but he beats me to it.

"Heard she is away with daddy now, isn't she? At least I got rid of a snake. How is Domenico handling her? You know how she gets all crazy. Does he call you for backup?" My brother sneers, and I stare at him, wide-eyed. I have never heard any of my brothers speak in this way about women before. At least, not in front of my sisters and me.

"Does old sweet Rosalyn know you used to pass girls with her husband before? Or will you catch her by surprise when she sees you in bed, instead of Tony Jr?" Wait, what?! My brothers are such puttanas! (Whores)