who: @ceciantez when: during convocation dinner. where: grand hall.
After giving the briefest greetings to Marcello, Emiliano was quick to break off from the rest of the group. He wasn’t interested in his mother’s small talk about how school had been going or the competitive discussion his father was having with some of the other ridiculously successful businessmen. He was infinitely more interested in the antics his brother had gotten himself into since his last visit, hoping to find anything to put him back in his father’s disgraces. Of course, Emiliano couldn’t quite hate his little brother, but he could certainly get payback for all the shit Marcello had dragged him through when they were younger. His eyes landed on an attractive brunette, momentarily forgetting his overall goal as a smirk came to his face. He approached her easily, even haughtily. “Good evening,” he cooed charmingly, his desirous eyes looking the girl up and down. “Emiliano. Are you a student here?” he coaxed, his burly, square hand reaching out gently toward the brunette girl. Perhaps he could multi-task, buttering up the girl while also exposing any of Marcello’s mishaps.
