Italian Lover

Part 5's

A knock on the door tells him that the suitcase has come. Dinner, so Guido told him in English

broken, will be served at half ten in the dining room. Sir

the house requested that he join in for drinks with the family on the terrace

nine o'clock.

Gina thanked Guido who gave a small nod in return. It was clear that his presence was there

totally unwelcome. As a loyal longtime aide, Guido will definitely side with Donata Carandente, Gina thought. It is also possible that all helpers have the same attitude—although Crispina does not show such an attitude.

Either because of the delayed shock as Lucius had said earlier, or simply because of fatigue after a long day of driving, Gina

feeling his whole body tired. He was not sure if he could sleep darkly, but two hours of rest would definitely make his body fresher for later in the night. He didn't want to fall asleep at the dinner table.

He took off his clothes before lying on the silk sheet, while flexing his body comfortably under the lap

wind fan. It was more comfortable than air conditioning, Gina thought, looking at the spinning blades of the fan. The sound of the slow swirling sound can already make people sleepy.

Lucius said Donata was his brother. Does that man have any more brothers? If Lucius was a padrone, his father would have died, but his mother might still be alive. If these people turned out to be relatives of his father, then he and Lucius could be cousins. Surprisingly, Gina felt the idea was unpleasant.

The bright sunlight had turned faintly when Gina woke up. He was relieved that he still had time

half an hour before having to join the whole family on the terrace.

That short sleep keeps him fresh, and the bath keeps him so much fresher, but no freshener can

it made him feel calm to face what he had to face after that.

One day at dinner he had to say his father's name and

knowing the truth. For the peace of his own mind he needs

knowing his origin.

I plan to stay at a good hotel during the trip. Gina has packed clothes suitable for

various events. The dark blue silk dress she wore that night stuck gracefully on her body all the way to the knee limit. Equipped with a pair of high-heeled sandals, my makeup was definitely suitable for dinner, Gina thought.

By superimposing mascara twice on her long lashes and affixing a lip-splitter, she is ready to join forces. There was no time left to carry her hair in a French-model bun as she wanted, so she was forced to stroke her hair. The lustrous thick hair was gently rubbed on his shoulders—though after shampooing he had to painstakingly dry it, but he never had the heart to cut it short.

It was almost night when he reached the wide terrace and layered with stones. The lights are on. Of the five people who were already there, there were three women and they resembled each other.

Lucius walked forward to greet him as Gina hesitantly appeared in the doorway of the room he had just entered. Lucius's gaze showed admiration when observing Gina's graceful appearance. The man made no secret that he was interested in Gina, just as Gina was interested in him. Lucius could be

is my cousin sister, Gina said inwardly reminding herself aloud. A close cousin, actually.

The possibility of establishing a kinship instantly vanished once Gina saw Donata's fiery eyes. Donata's older sister, Ottavia, was about 27 or 28 years old, and had married a man a few years older named Marcello Brizzi. Responses

obviously they also considered his presence as a bully.

So now it is up to the hostess whether to show a warm attitude in welcoming her guests. With skin that was almost as soft as Gina's own skin, and hair that was still dense black without a strand

even gray, the hostess barely looked old enough to have children

men of Lucius' age.

“My son says you are of Italian descent too,” he said. “I don't think you've ever known your father?”

Gina sat on one of the comfortable patio chairs holding a glass filled with gin and tonic, and shook her head. “My father

died before I was born.”

Signora Carandente expressed her sympathy with a long sigh. “What a pity!” He was silent for a moment, watching the girl in front of him. “You have an older brother, maybe?”

Gina shook her head, and the hostess sighed again.

“It is a pity that a man dies without having a son to continue his name! If it happened to Lucius before he had a son, then our surname would also end. Do you think he is aware of that responsibility?”

“I won't die anytime soon,” Lucius said calmly.

“Who knows?” reply mother. “You should get married soon. You have an obligation. And who deserves better than Livia Marucchi!”

Lucius just shrugged, as if to belittle the matter, but Gina could feel Lucius' displeasure because the matter had to be discussed before others. He himself will also be unhappy. From what little he knew to Lucius, the man could certainly make his own decisions about when and with whom he would marry. Gina believes Lucius' choice cannot be limited to one woman.

“Who is your father's name?” ottavia asked, making Gina flinch from her own mind and suddenly become a little panicked. It's not ready! Not time!

“Barsini,” sahut Gina, mention the name

haphazardly, without the slightest hesitation. “Alexander Barsini.”

He immediately regretted it as soon as the name slid out of his mouth, but now it was too late to fix it.

“Barsini,” reset Ottavia. “From Italy which part is it from?”

Since it had started, then there was no choice but to continue it, Gina thought bitterly. “Naples,” said carelessly as well.

“Is his family still alive?”

This time Gina chose to tell the truth. “I don't know. That's why I came to Italy.”

Ottavia's eyebrows shot up, very similar to his older brother's style, but not at all because of amused. “Your mother did not succeed

maintaining silahturahmi with them?”

Seriate…