Rosa felt sick deep within her. She became as white as a sheet when she heard the name of the man her grandfather intended to get her married to.
"Aldo Bianchi!?" She spat out hatefully as if the name was a bitter pill she couldn't bear to swallow.
Aldo Bianchi was a pot-bellied old fart that couldn't keep his hands to himself whenever they were anywhere near each other. She remembered how he kept touching her hands and giving her lascivious looks the last time her grandfather invited him and his late wife over for dinner
She looked pleadingly into her brother's eyes but there was no mercy there. His eyes were cold. They were the eyes of a stranger that she couldn't recognize
"Aldo is too old for me Gianni! Older than grandfather, even! You can't allow grandfather to marry me off to such an old man please, big brother." She pleaded but Gianni only shrugged his shoulders as if what she was saying was no concern of his
