Vianna bit at her bottom lip to keep herself from giggling at the look of horror on her brother’s face, and the sight of Airi holding him down on the bed. Perhaps his idiotic idea to crash their girls’ night out wasn’t so bad after all. It did give her a chance to get back at him for the years of ruined relationships at his and Victor’s hands. Vianna just hoped the oldest Vincenzi was watching and took this as a warning sign.

“Wha—wai—wait, I’m not ready yet!” Vincerella complained as Vianna began to gently place the hot wax on one of his eyebrows. “Hold—hold on! Vianna!”

But the girl had turned deaf ears to his pleas, taking a waxing strip and pressing it hard against the hot wax. With Vince flailing about and screaming to be let free, the girl grabbed a little edge of the paper and pulled in one swift motion.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

Strengthened by the brutal pain and burning on his right eyebrow, Vincerella shot himself upward, sitting up on the bed with both hands covering his face. “BLOODY HELL! Merda! Fa male! Maledetto blastardo!” A long string of curses mixed in English and Italian followed before the boy dared to pull his hands from his face.

Smiling serenely, Vianna took a step closer to her brother and handed him a handheld mirror. “Look how much prettier you are without that caterpillar over your eyes, Vincerella!”

One look at the neon red spot where his right eyebrow had once been, and the boy’s blue eyes rolled back. He fell backward onto the bed, the mirror slipping from his limp fingers and landing ungracefully on his face.