Pretense

Enzo and Fiorella are still arguing.

"Really, Fiorella? this is all you have to say, I don't understand you anymore, sometimes you act like you hate him and other times you act like you care about him, why are you being capricious!" Enzo yells.

"I am not being capricious, I am only saying that what you did is quite nasty from your own side, you know that he won't even be able to testify or recall whatever he had done, the court might even postpone everything," Fiorella yells back, even though that isn't her real reason for scolding him.

"I have helped you since we met, I have always been there for you, you always wanted justice for those who killed your father, you wanted the murderers to rot in jail for the rest of their lives but now you are like someone else," Enzo shouts. "Maybe I think he has brainwashed you or maybe the acrobatic sex has set you off, that's why you can't seem to forget…"

A slap lands on his cheek cutting him off. "Acrobatic what?" Fiorella yells.

"Yes I