The Mafioso’s Forced Bride
It’s the disgust that I have for Giotto, and while I hate him and wish him ill, I’ll never be able to sit at his table, and eat his food.
Everyone's silent. If Giotto doesn't say anything, then no none will. Gustavo takes a few bites of his food, but he never eats much either. I guess we're both in the same boat. We're both here out of better options. It’s good to have someone to have something in common with. Rather, it justifies my feelings. For if his son hates him, how can’t I?