By the time they had finished dressing up and making themselves presentable, brunch time was over. Salvatore seemed to be in a much better than before and that was something everyone was thankful for.
Would blush In cheeks, she followed Salvatore to the garden where they had left his parents and their daughter in.
"Ah, look," Angela commented even before they approached the dining table, "your parents clean up nice." He murdered the last words in Italian, safer in case the child asked anything about them but the communication had a barrier of language.
"Give her back," Salvatore ahead to take Arabella from his father when Angela pulled away and stepped away from his son.
"Stay in your fucking limits, yeah?" Angelo neered. "Why don't you take a bath and get that sweaty smell off."
"Angelo!" Alexis admonished. "Stop it!"
Evelyn just turned her eyes to the other direction and tried her best to hide her blushing face through her hair.