Chapter 69

Alessio

I was in the office with my brothers ,We were having some dumb discussions about Family Tailors ,They said it was rare for me to wear jeans ,I was only fond of wearing cloth pants ,

"You hate being dressed in anything except formal pants, and that too, only made by our family tailor." Alessandro shuffles his feet while speaking to me .

"These are stitched by our family tailor." I glance around at their faces again."Porca miseria.These aren’t stitched by our family tailor?"

Fabian shakes his head, "Sadly not,fratellone. They’re off the shelf,Levi’s."

I wince. How the hell had I gotten hold of them? How the hell do I even own a pair? "I had no idea…" my voice tapers off. "It’s only jeans." I scowl at Alessandro, "It’s not like it’s the end of the world."

"To quote you,fratellone," he smirks, "wearing jeans is the end of the world."

I glower at him and he raises his hands, "At least, that’s what you said not too long ago."

"Merda,"I run my fingers through my hair, "I’ll fix it.