Originally posted by Tela
Marria walked up to the counter to order. Her long blonde hair pulled tightly back in a bun accented her tan skin. She had stayed out in the sun a lot lately. She sighed as she went to sit down. Her daughter was definately being influenced by bad people like Jorgen.
Rosa looked over at Marria and gave a smile, and continued to flip pages in her magazine. She took another sip of her black coffee, and ran her fingers into her hair. Her cellphone rang and she smiled to see it was her sister in Sicily.
"Ciao, fratello" she said with a big smile.