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Francesca

Fausto was still in the shower and I was starving.

Being pregnant and fucking that man had really taken me out that night. I put on my robe and left our room. There must have been leftover pasta somewhere in the fridge.

As I started down the stairs, I heard an argument from the other wing. It looked like Gia and Emma. God, these two fighting was the last thing I needed right now. I ran to Emma's room and opened the door.

They both started and turned to me. The silence didn't last, however, and both began to speak at the same time. Raising my hand, I cut them off and hissed, “Are you guys going to keep this down?”

Emma blurted out, “Frankie...

“Be quiet,” Gia ordered her sister.

I inhaled and let it out slowly. — What's going on with you two?

“I have to talk to you,” Emma said, her expression troubled.

- About what? What is wrong?

“It's nothing,” Gia said.

“We saw what was down there,” Emma said.

Gia cursed, but I was still confused. —Down where? —What the hell were they talk