Page 27 of Matteo
Francesca sighed. “Not a single one.”
Amara Brennan and Anya Santos, two of our other roomies, appeared next.
“Single one what?” Anya, Gabriel Santos’s much younger niece, asked. The two were raised as siblings, and much like other families in the mafia, had an over-complicated family tree.
“Not a single hot boy,” I elaborated.
“You two made quite a fuss,” Amara remarked, eyeing the bedroom Francesca and I took.
“Are you talking about the shooting or the mess?” I wondered.
“The mess. We’ll talk about the shooter when there aren’t so many shoes around,” she answered as we stood surrounded by a much bigger mess than we started with.
“I’ll never fit all my shit in here,” Francesca complained, throwing her hands up in frustration.
“You might want to get rid of some of that makeup,” Penelope suggested. “Or shoes.”
An arm wrapped around my shoulder and I came to a halt as Amara chimed in with, “And that telescope.”
“That’s Arianna’s,” Francesca explained.
Penelope shot me a puzzled look. “What are you going to do with it here?”
“She’s using it to spy on people, of course,” Amara answered in my stead, giving me a big hug.
“And planets,” I corrected her.
Amara grinned. “But spying on people is so much more fun. Welcome back.”
“Yes, welcome back,” Anya chimed, smiling. “We missed you both.”
I smiled. “We missed you too. Right, Francesca?”
“Totally. We still have online Yale classes, but the crowd on this campus, especially in this dorm, is so much better.”
We were quickly adjusting for sure.
“Don’t ever leave again,” Anya stated as she whirled me around in a circle, peppering kisses on my cheek. Then she glanced around and lowered her voice before continuing. “Your twin is incorrigible when you’re not around. I swear we’realwaysgetting in trouble.”
“As opposed to just getting you in trouble, Arianna,” Penelope stated. “But I must agree with the girls. Without you around, Hannah just goes off the rails.”
I glanced behind her. “Where is she, anyhow?”
She shrugged. “Looking for Matteo would be my guess.”
Francesca threw her head back and laughed. “She’ll be looking for a long time. He, Nikola, and Gabriel went to New York City. Some hush-hush business.”
“And Gianna?” I asked. “Where is she?”
“She’s keeping Hannah in check,” Skye signed.
“Gee. How did the youngest get stuck with that job?” Francesca grumbled.
Penelope waved her hand, her pink dress hugging her curves. “It was her turn today. Besides, believe it or not, Gianna keeps her in check better than anyone.”
Amara took Francesca’s and my hands and inspected every inch of our bodies. She was the most fearless person I knew, next to my crazy sister. But then she kind of had to be considering her family who watched over her like she was the apple of their eye.
“Gosh, I missed you all,” Francesca admitted, smiling sheepishly, hooking arms with Skye and Penelope. “Can you girls help me pick a major? Now that I’m back, I don’t want to spendallmy time studying.”
