“Serena, there you are!” Francesca waited for me at the bottom of the stairs while I walked down and tried to fix my hair.
“Becomes an Alfonzo, thinks she can let me wait—do you see that Emmanuella?” She asked Emmanuella who gave me a pitiful smile. After telling Emmanuella the truth, well—she actually heard it because Christian and I were extremely loud—she finally realized why I asked her about the Alfonzo’s.
“I’m sorry!” I apologized and pulled the end of my dress. “What were you doing?” Stella asked me. Apparently, Stella and Mia tagged along which was understandable, considering they organized the entire thing.
“Where is my brother, what were you guys doing?” Mia asked and looked around while Francesca shrugged it off. “She looks a hot mess—it’s not that hard to guess, come on Serena we have a lot to discuss.”
