Frank, who somehow always seemed to be everywhere, kept updating him.
He had seen them at dinner.
He had seen them leaving a club at dawn.
To Frank, it already looked like something serious was going on between them.
Every time Frank mentioned them, Adrian would simply offer a hollow, practiced smile. "Good for him," he would say into the phone. "Congratulations to them."
Frank had been talking nonstop for days, giving Adrian updates about Matteo.
Charles finally had enough of Frank's constant commentary. He pulled him aside, his voice low and stern. "Are you actually enjoying this, Frank? Watching your friend fall apart? You knew how happy they were, and yet you're acting like a tabloid reporter."
"I'm just telling him the truth!" Frank defended himself. "I'm telling him that Matteo isn't the man he thought he was."
