CHAPTER 175 Survive the night

　　Lorenzo's POV

　　I knocked on Viviana's door; the door opened shortly, revealing her.

　　She smiles, quickly pulling me inside and shutting the door, lunging herself at me.

　　"What brings you here with this kind of weather? Come on, let me dry you off first," she pulls back, leading me to the living room.

　　She returns to the living room with a towel, leading me to a chair; she sits on my lap, drying my hair.

　　"I heard today was Giovanni's funeral; I'm sorry for your loss. He was such a nice guy."

　　I've caught you again.

　　"How did you know that?"

　　"What?"

　　She had that look of a person that knew they had fucked up, big time.

　　"About the funeral, how did you know that? I never told anyone."

　　"I heard it from you; you told me about it."

　　"Really?"

　　" Mhmm."

　　"It must have slipped my mind."

　　"I understand; with everything that's happened, I don't blame you if you forget most things."

　　She puts down the towel after drying my hair and body.