Marcello Greco
The Tuscan sun seemed to pursue Marcello Greco even in Brazil. Blonde, with an athletic build that commanded respect and with the typical magnetism of someone who knows he is desired, he was always the center of attention in the Lovatelli mansion. To Charlotte's brothers, he was their best friend. For her, he was the world. Since she was nine years old, Charlotte Lovatelli has not hidden her feelings. She was the girl with golden curls who saved the best seat at the table for him, who memorized his schedules and who, with the purity of childhood, swore that one day they would get married. Marcello, seven years older, received this with a mixture of amusement and impatience. —That's a childish thing, Lottie. Go play with your dolls — he said, without imagining that each word created a chasm between them. The breaking point came when he turned thirteen. On that sultry afternoon, she decided it was time to be taken seriously. But Marcello, wanting to give a "reality check"
About Marcello Greco
The Tuscan sun seemed to pursue Marcello Greco even in Brazil. Blonde, with an athletic build that commanded respect and with the typical magnetism of someone who knows he is desired, he was always the center of attention in the Lovatelli mansion. To Charlotte's brothers, he was their best friend. For her, he was the world. Since she was nine ye...Read more