"Valentina? What are you going to do with the girl, Luce?" Giovanni questioned in a half worrying, half accusatory tone.
The latter, for a sin he didn't know, but was sure to come.
Vittorio's phone began to ring before Luciano could form a response.
"Isn't it too early?" He grumbled, as he pulled out the phone from his pocket.
His entire face changed, his frown deepening when he saw the ID on the screen.
"See what you've done?" He directed at Luciano.
"What did I do?" Luciano touched his chest, a confused expression on his face.
"Do you know who is calling me right now?"
He grinned mischievously. "The president?"
Vittorio rolled his eyes hard. "The freaking mother superior!"
Luciano swiftly did the sign of the cross. "Do not curse while mentioning her holiness, you foul spirit!"
Vittorio scoffed in disbelief. "You threw a bomb in the States. I can swear that's why she's calling. You have no moral compass whatsoever to caution me."
