Francesca's voice was laced with concern as she approached her brother. "Leonardo, posso parlarti un momento?" (Leonardo, can I talk to you for a moment?) she asked, her eyes searching his.
Leonardo looked up from the papers on his desk, his expression inquiring. "Certo, Francesca. Di cosa si tratta?" (Of course, Francesca.) What's on your mind?)
Francesca's gaze drifted to the window, her thoughts momentarily elsewhere. "Roslyn... Hai detto a lei come ti senti?" (Roslyn... did you tell her how you feel?) she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Leonardo's jaw clenched, his eyes clouding over. "No, non ancora." (No, not yet.) he admitted, his voice low and troubled.
Francesca's eyes snapped back to his, her expression urgent. "Dovresti dirle la verità, prima che sia troppo tardi. Non puoi perdere quest'opportunità." (You should tell her the truth before it's too late.) You can't miss this opportunity, she cautioned.