Vincenzo

"So, tell me. What's one culture shock you've had since you got to Italy?" Madre asked.

"Uhm…I'll start with the very first one. Too little ice in drinks," Liliana said.

"Hmm?"

"Yes, I mean, oh my God. In the US, we are given a truck pile of ice with just a drop of drink. I can't understand."

Madre's throaty laugh irritated me. It was funny that someone who'd set strict rules about table etiquette was the same person breaking it.

"I've been to the US once, and I must say, I didn't have such experience."

"It depends on where you were, Luna. In local shops, you are fed with ice."

"You must be glad to be back home." Madre rose her glass to her lips.

"Sure thing, Luna." Liliana placed her hand on mine. "Sure thing."

I didn't face her nor did I give her a smile. I was done pretending. So done.

"Alpha Moreno?" she piped again. Could this girl not give her mouth some time off?

"Yes."

"I was talking to Vince the other day, expressing how wowed I am with the trees here. The garden is en