"It's quite funny but I think my first love was a redhead," Marcel said and Arianna gave him a funny look.
"You think, or are you sure you're not making up stories about me?" She arched a brow at him.
"No, I'm telling the truth. It's just that it's been years since the encounter and I can't exactly remember what she looks like," Marcel explained to her that he wasn't making up any story. This was real.
"Fine, let me hear the rest of it," Arianna decided to give him a chance. Moreover, why would Marcel create such a fake experience? It was not like him - his pride wouldn't let him.
"So the story goes like this..." Marcel began, "I kind of ran away from home after my mother died because it became increasingly hard to live with my father, you get the point." He didn't go into details. But at that time, he couldn't stare his father in the face anymore, not after his betrayal.
