Page 149 of Alessio

Heartache.

“I can’t find more heartache and trouble than I already did in Toronto.”

The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them. Maybe it was because Ginevra didn’t have anyone to talk to about the craziness going on in her life—things she hadn’t shared with her younger sisters because for one, she didn’t think it was appropriate, and for two … because she didn’t want to worry them. Without Corrado and Alessio, she became hollow.

Instead, she handled it alone.

Lonely.

Siena cleared her throat, and her gaze drifted to the girls at the table behind them, distracted with a tablet. “Andino had hinted to John that you found someone in Toronto that you became close to.”

Close.

Right, that was a good way to put falling in love.

And someone?

“More like two someones,” Ginevra replied.

She had to be mindful of those younger ears behind them. She wasn’t sure how to appropriately explain the relationship she found herself in with two men when in general, all society showed as respectable couples were a pair of two people. Not that society was right—love came in many forms, she had learned.

It wasn’t easy to explain.

“Huh,” Siena said. “Really?”

“They were together before I came into it with them, but I fit there … with them, between them, and with each of them. It wasn’t easy, but it was right—somehow, it was right, and now everything seems wrong.”

Siena let out a slow breath, her gaze reflecting only sympathy. She opened her mouth to say something, but one of their sisters at the table spoke up first.

“What does that mean, that they were together before you?” Giulia asked.

Apparently, those young ears had been listening.

Great.

“What do you think?” Greta asked. “Guys can like other guys, Giuls.”

“Yeah, but—”

“No buts. It’s true.”

Greta wasn’t wrong.

“That’s kind of like cheating, isn’t it?” Giulia asked, not knowing Ginevra’s face was heating from their conversation as they pondered her private life. “If they were with someone else—even if it was Ginny, right?”

“Poly, Giulia,” Greta said, like it should have been obvious.

“What?”

“Poly. Polyamorous. There are lots of people in committed relationships who go outside to sleep with other people.”

Ginevra sighed. “Could we not talk about this right now?”

“Well,” Greta asked, “how is she ever going to know about that kind of stuff if no one takes the time to explain?”

She had forgotten that although Greta was younger than her, and she had helped to raise the girl, she was still almost eighteen. The world was not so rose-tinted to her anymore, and she had noticed boys and things like sex a while ago.

Siena giggled, but popped a hand over her mouth when Ginevra shot her a look. “Sorry,” she mumbled.