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In the opulent world of Rome's elite, Angel Ambrioso is a vision of perfection-beautiful, kind, and untouchable. With a powerful family, an adoring boyfriend, and the envy of her peers, she seems to have it all. But beneath her flawl...
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The car ride to school felt unusually heavy. Nicco, usually so carefree, was quieter than usual. Finally, he broke the silence, his tone serious. "Did you hear about what happened yesterday? Someone spray-painted 'Brando is gay' on the school building. It was a huge deal. Everyone was talking about it."
Angel turned to face him, her interest piqued. "Really? Do you think there's any truth to it?"
Nicco shook his head firmly, glancing at her with a hint of disbelief. "No way. Brando's been my friend for years. That's just not him. It's probably some jerk trying to stir up drama."
Angel wasn't so sure. "People have secrets. You never know."
Nicco shot her a sideways glance, half-amused, half-dismissive. "Trust me, Angel. This isn't true."
When they pulled into the school parking lot, Nicco quickly got out and rounded the car to open the door for Angel. She smiled at his chivalry, appreciating how he always treated her with such care. Taking her hand, he helped her out of the car, and together they walked toward the entrance.
As they approached the building, Nicco pointed to the freshly cleaned wall. "Look, they've already cleaned up the graffiti. No sign of it left."
Angel nodded, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She couldn't help but remember the unsettling scene in the bathroom just two days before. Brando had been there, unusually quiet, and she distinctly recalled the way he and Fabio exchanged looks. It was brief, but there had been something in Fabio's eyes—a mix of hurt and something else she couldn't quite place. Could it be that the graffiti wasn't just a baseless rumor, but connected to what she had seen?
Before she could dwell on it further, they stepped into the school, where the first thing they noticed was Brando and Chiara standing together. Chiara looked stiff, her arms wrapped around herself as if to shield her from something. Brando leaned in close, whispering something in her ear before kissing her, a quick, almost mechanical gesture. It felt forced, like they were trying to prove something.
Angel raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Nicco. "Are Brando and Chiara a thing now? That seemed... odd."
Nicco shrugged, clearly as surprised as she was. "I don't know. Brando didn't mention anything to me."
Before Angel could ask more, the bell rang. She turned to Nicco, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I've got to go. See you later."
Nicco smiled, his hand lingering on hers for a moment longer. "Later, Angel."
