Lorenzo's POV
"And what on earth are you wearing?"
I heard Marcella's voice as I walked into the dining room.
"Is something wrong with my outfit?" Genevieve asked, looking down at herself.
"Everything's wrong with your outfit. Your hair, your clothes… everything's wrong," she chided.
"Che Cosa indossi!( What are you wearing!)" Marcella said.
Genevieve touches her hair, that's in a messy ponytail with loose tendrils framing her face.
I make my way over to my seat sitting down drinking coffee wordlessly.
"Adelina..how could you let her come down dressed like that..like a cheap bum out in the streets!" Marcella said with disdain.
"Marcella… She doesn't know about these things. Her outfit is okay, Give it a rest." Mother defends Genevieve.
"It's not… she isn't properly dressed." Marcella insists.
"I agree with mother, she looks okay. Besides it's just breakfast, I don't know what the fuss is all about." Allegra said.