ONE Benito
“Would you stop fidgeting, mio figlio?” My mother issues the order from the corner of her mouth, her head ever so gently inclined while she remains with her eyes on my grandfather. “You’ll draw everyone’s attention.”
God forbid I interrupt Don Giovi while he blinds the people of the benefit gala with his bullshit promises and bright smile. I twist my neck and jut out my chin, holding her glare while I forcefully loosen my tie and pop the button of my collar. I don’t want to be here. Most families abandon dragging their children to events when the brats become independent teens.