Marco

"If I have to sit with another Moretti again in the next year, I'll kill the fucking lot myself," Leonardo grumbles from the sofa that's flushed against my office WALL by the door.

For once I didn't blame my brother for his bad mood. Leonardo liked to complain. Most of the time it was a complaint not warranted but today was that odd occasion where it was more than warranted.

"It was negotiations! They're over! Today we'll meet our stubborn brother's future bride and ...