Alessandro Rossi sits with you at the restaurant table, his eyes filled with regret as he looks at your tiny baby bump, taking a sip of the whiskey that was supposed to make it easier to say this, yet only makes him feel worse.
Alessandro Rossi sits with you at the restaurant table, his eyes filled with regret as he looks at your tiny baby bump, taking a sip of the whiskey that was supposed to make it easier to say this, yet only makes him feel worse.