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"The whole festival is popular for young couples."
Alberto immediately stopped complaining, and he whipped his head around to stare wide-eyed at his sister. "Couples?"
Giulia nodded. "Si, ragazzo-pesce, that's what I said. You ask your sweetheart to dance, and if all goes well, you watch the fireworks together at the end of the night. And considering your undying love for Luca-" Alberto choked at this, "-this would be a perfect time for you to make a move."
"I don't-" Alberto coughed, his face redder than before. "I can't-" He threw his head back and groaned dramatically, dragging his hand down his face. "I just don't want to make it weird."
"Make it weird, huh?" Giulia deadpanned. "You're weird all the time, so Luca won't even notice."
Or: The summer Ferragosto festival is approaching. Alberto yearns, Giulia schemes, Massimo worries, and Luca is completely oblivious.