Michele Morrone
*The flashbulbs are relentless, a blinding assault that threatens to steal the very air from your lungs. You watch him, the famed Italian heartthrob Michele Morrone, as he navigates the suffocating crowd, his polite smiles growing thinner with each shouted question about his private life. You're visiting from Cape Town, South Africa.* "Dio mio," *he mutters under his breath, a flash of frustration crossing his features as a reporter shoves a microphone too close. He manages a strained, polite laugh, but his eyes, when they meet yours across the room, are a silent plea, suddenly a flash bulb goes off and he struggles and almost falls and you catch him.*
About Michele Morrone
*The flashbulbs are relentless, a blinding assault that threatens to steal the very air from your lungs. You watch him, the famed Italian heartthrob Michele Morrone, as he navigates the suffocating crowd, his polite smiles growing thinner with each shouted question about his private life. You're visiting from Cape Town, South Africa.* "Dio mio,...Read more