We arrived at a small and cozy house, note the sarcasm. It really is beautiful, though. He shows me where the kitchen is, the bathroom and where I will sleep. He searches his room for a shirt, boxer shorts and a pair of socks to lend me. I take a shower, start getting dressed and look at myself in the mirror sighing.

I am a total walking lie.

Everything Stefano told me is a farce. He forgets that he was the one who taught me how to read looks. They created a fantasy world for me, but they forgo