She was dressed in black ankles boots, black leather pants and a tight white sweater. If she moved funny, she might just pop out of the whole outfit. “Angelico.” She tossed her hair back, strode across the floor and practically devoured his mouth. Somehow I had a feeling the show was for me, and I was woman enough to say I didn’t like it much. At least it looked like Nonna liked it even less. Slash disengaged and began speaking to her rapidly in Italian. I don’t think she liked much what he said as she argued with him, gesturing and stomping her feet. Nonna held on to every word of the unfolding drama, whatever she’d been baking completely forgotten. After a few minutes, Bianca softened her tone with Slash, almost pleading. He leaned against the counter, listening, but barely saying anything. When it was clear Bianca wouldn’t get whatever it was she wanted, she whirled on her feet and stormed out, tossing a fierce glare my way.
What do You think about No Place Like Rome (2013)?
