*Italian god*

Alecia exchanged a look with her friends, her brows furrowing.

“What do you mean the Lucas Caruso?” she asked, mimicking the way the woman had said it. “Why are you emphasizing on his name like that?” She scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Yes, she’s married to the old geezer. Why… What are you guys even talking about right now?”

One of the women frowned at her. “Old geezer?” she repeated, looking at Alecia like she had just insulted a god. ...