FIORELLA BIANCHI
“Signorina, tell me everything, I want to hear it all!” Violeta excitedly exclaims as I walk into her apartment with Massimo. She picks him up and spins him around the room, showering him with kisses.
It has been two hours since Gabriele and Tommaso dropped me off and left to catch his flight. My son really cried for him, and it was so hard to separate him from Gabriele’s hug as he did not want to let go. Their bond is just unbreakable, and it makes my heart warm that Massimo feels safe around Gabriele. The way Gabriele quickly accepted my son and how he effortlessly refers to him as ‘our son’ just makes me want to cry.
“I don’t know where to begin, Violeta, I am overjoyed,” I squeal as I throw myself on the couch.
“How about we start with how you got that hickey o
