Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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Music: I put a spell on you- Ivannette Santos
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"He's less uptight than I thought..."
"Don't be too quick to change your mind, bambino. Your dad is the same guy!"
I sense a slight bitterness in his words. I know my father well. I hung out with him long enough. I know the character! Yet, I still have hope in him.
"He's not wicked, mamma. Just a little..."
"Selfish? Narcissistic? He didn't even notice that I took the boat..."
I do not like to see her so sad.
"He probably has business to attend to."
"You mean my business? I employ him, I remind you."
Then she pours herself a glass of rosé and swallows it down.
"Your father loves to get in front of the stage but he can't keep up with me."
"Oh I couldn't agree more..."
She smiles. But I'm not saying that to make her feel better. Sofia Saint is a formidable woman and her success story is a dream! Real estate, high technology, armaments, minerals... she has invested in all fields and saturated every market. Translation: everyone knows her name. She is the most influential and richest woman and man in Italy.
I received my first diamond, with my name engraved on it, before I could even walk. In fact, I still have it! That's why she can afford to have lunch with her son on a boat on the open sea. No one dares to talk to her.
""I think we passed the Italian waters a long time ago", I see.
"So what?"
"If the French navy spots us, we'll have to give explanations. You can almost see the coast from here."
"You're joking, I hope... Didn't you notice?"
"Notice what?"
"They are escorting us now."
Excuse me?
"Stop, you're bluffing..."
"You think? I don't have that kind of time, bambino."
That's the trick with my mom. You never know when she's joking. She can keep a straight face and lie in the whites of her eyes. It's part of her charm, but sometimes it worries me a little.
"How did you do it? Diplomatic passport?"
She bursts out laughing.
"I own half this country. I'm the majority shareholder of its biggest companies. Even the gold the first lady wears comes out of my mines. If I decide to leave, France will sink like a bastoncino nell'acqua."
"Wow."
-And yet, we always greet your father first, at dinner parties."
