Gabriele Guevara: Come rest here on the bed. I'll go buy you some clothes.
(He looks at the lady and thinks to himself, "I can't even keep her in another room — people will start suspecting things.")
He leaves for shopping and meets his mother on the ground floor.
Rafaella: Oh, going shopping for the kids too? Go on, my son. Good job!
Gabriele gives her a faint smile and walks away.
At the store, the seller shows him several dresses, but he rejects each one.
Gabriele: This one doesn't have sleeves.
Seller: How about this?
Gabriele: Too short.
Seller: Then maybe this one?
Gabriele: The neckline is too deep.
Seller: Then, sir, you should probably check that section.
(It was the section for women's burqas.)
Gabriele straightens his collar, a bit embarrassed.
Gabriele: I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. Actually, she takes skincare very seriously, so she avoids the sun… that's why I said that.
Seller: Oh, I see. Then here, sir — this dress has a proper neckline, long sleeves, not too tight, and it's not short either.
Gabriele: Perfect.
He returns home and goes straight to the room.
Gabriele: Hey, I got you a dress.
(He gestures as he speaks, assuming she's deaf and mute.)
The lady opens the bag, looks at the dress, and throws it angrily. She keeps tapping her chest repeatedly in sign language.
Gabriele goes near her and moves her hands away.
Gabriele: What are you doing? If someone sees this, what will they think? I went through all that trouble to get you a decent dress — and you wanted a bikini instead? (he says dramatically, pretending to cry).
They start arguing when suddenly—
William: Hey! What's going on here?
Gabriele: Oh no, I'm doomed. She won't even speak now. I'm finished. God bless me.
William: What are you mumbling about?
Gabriele: Nothing… you'll find out soon enough.
William: Son, I brought this dress for her. Make sure she wears it to the family function.
Gabriele walks to the window, closes his eyes, and mutters, "Maybe I should just jump out so no one can ask me any more questions."
Just then—
Lady: Thank you so much, Dad.
Gabriele freezes in shock and rushes toward her.
Gabriele: Wait… you can talk? You can hear too?!
William: What's wrong with you, son? Why are you acting so weird in front of my darling girl?
Lady: Dad, I just didn't like the dress Gabriele bought me. I only liked yours.
William smiles warmly, pats her head, and leaves.