Giorno Giovanna Quotes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Giovanni smiled, "I wouldn't be too sure of that." I leaned forward, "You know what's funny?" Giovanni looked at me. "You keep talking about what you need. What you planned. What you trained. What you lost. You've mentioned Gianna at least twenty times. Not once, have you asked what she wants." Giovanni's eyes narrowed, "I know what my daughter wants." Adriano laughed, "No, you know what the sixteen-year-old wanted. The woman sitting in Chicago today? You barely know her."

“I should have confronted him and stayed in that hospital to save you, but I failed.” Her tears silenced her voice. “Should I take revenge on him, leaving him in misery and refusing to marry the man who broke my heart?” Then Giovanna remembered what Gina admired most about her older sister: her noble heart. She had suffered so much at the hands of a vengeful mother, and yet she didn’t hate anyone. Gina always said she wanted to be like Giovanna and had made a request months before she died, asking her never to let the malice of others change her noble heart.

"Hailey, nice meeting you." 'Just continue calling me Ms. Queenie.' Jana tipped her head back slightly and heaved a breath. 'That way, I'll be reminded of my task. I have to take this in carefully.' "Queenie, are you okay?" Giovanni rubbed his hands. "We can go home and rest if it's too much." "You sound like an aide nursing an elderly woman," Jana muttered. Giovanni laughed before standing up. "You ungrateful human." "Yes, yes…" Gio shrugged. "That I am. Nissa, would you mind?"

"But to you, please believe when I say I am sorry." "Okay. I believe you." Giovanna inhaled deeply through her nose and then out her mouth. "Going to bed then." "Goodnight." "Goodnight."

August asked, equally ignoring Giovanna. "I threw in my big booty and he fell for it," I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. August laughed. "You are sassy, I like that," "Wait, you didn't really throw in your big booty, did ya?" Giovanna asked with wide eyes. I chuckled and shook my head. "Like I—"

"What the hell? She's a terrible woman. Luckily, we were able to find you," said Gio, following us. I was confused; they came alone without Harper. Before I could ask, Giovanna had already let go of her annoyance. Her breath became ragged, and she stomped her feet on the ground. "I'm really angry now!" she screamed. Gio is expressive about everything. That's why sometimes, she can't control the words that come out of her mouth. It doesn't matter if someone will be offended or not. For her, it is important to express what she feels.

She put on her clothes hastily, and her cheeks flushed, not for being shy, but for being nervous. "Well...I blacked out last night, and I can't remember anything now. It's not fair to you. Last night...was I rough?”Luca asked, a little worried. "No, you were gentle." Giovanna felt a twinge in her heart, but she held back the pain and said with a forced smile. She had to put on a happy look, as that was the only way to cover her distress. Luca soon afterward put on his clothes as well and cleaned off the sofa cover.

(Morning) "Buongiorno figliolo." Aunt Virginia smiled and I smiled too. (Morning son) I tried to hold Gianna's hand under the table but she kept pushing my hand away. After so many attempts trying to hold her, I gave up and I also lost my appetite. **********

Is she crazy? It's literally only eleven am. "Shots? It's still so early in the morning." I protest. "And your point issss?" Gianna questions, encouraging Jovana's impulsive behavior. "Oh I like her already." Jovana says mischievously as she makes her way into the kitchen area. I shake my head at them both before reluctantly following them into the kitchen, watching as she pulls out a bottle of casamigos. "I don't have any shot glasses so... you know what to do." Jo smirks as she passes me clear bottle.

"Well, at least here I'll be closer to a beauty like you" "you are so annoying" I rolled my eyes and walked back to my office, it was late and I needed to get my stuff. To my surprise, Giovanna was there "You know what day tomorrow is, right?" " Yes, I know!" "And you come to work?" "And why wouldn't I come?" I looked at her, grabbing my purse. " I don't know, maybe you wanted to take the day for yourself, to think" "Giovanna, not a day goes by that I don't think of her. Tomorrow morning I'll visit her grave, bring her flowers, and then I'll go to work."