"CALM down, Florence, per favore." Cel reaches both of her hands but Flor slaps it off.

"How can I when you two are fucking behind my back?!" Flor accuses them.

"S'not like that, Flor." Harry joins as he steps forward carefully towards them. "If ya could just let us explain..."

"Us?!" Flor repeats the only word she caught from that.

"Flor..."

Cel calls out that sounds like a beg for her name to catch her attention. She swallows a big lump on her throat that she figures include her anxiety to hide it when Flor looks at her with a deadly stare.

"Remember my ex boyfriend that I told you about before?" Cel starts nervously but she didn't receive any reaction from her so she just proceeds. "Well, it's true that he was my boss and I work for him when we ---"

"Per l'amor del cielo!" Flor cuts her off sharply that made Cel flinch. "Get to the fucking point!"

She looks down as she couldn't control her tears anymore. She sniffs before muttering. "It's him. It-it's Harry. He's my ex boyfriend..."

"You told me his name is Sky..." Flor furrows her eyebrows, her gaze goes from Harry to Cel back and forth then shakes her head in denial. "So, you've been lying to me this whole time?"

Cel looks up instantly when she heard that and shakes her head no. "I-I didn't, Flor. Believe me. I just... I have to protect his image a-and I knew you weren't going to believe me if I said his-his real name."

"You said your ex girlfriend's name is Vee..." Flor ponders out loud as she weakly points her index finger to Harry who is standing beside Cel. "That's the name you're calling last night."

He lets out an exhale before answering. "Her name s'Vesper Celeste Moon. She s'used to be called 'Vee'."

With that answer, Flor starts to tear up. "Was she the reason why you can't tell me anything about your past? Because you're protecting her?"

"We both agreed that she would be the one to tell ya. We didn't mean t'hurt ya, Flor." He tries to reason but they just got a scoff from her.

Flor glares with angry tears and rage firing up through her eyes at Cel who looked up when she scoffed. "Puttana."

"Florence..."

"I fucking treated you as my friend. I let you stay in my house. I even let you date my brother and this is how you repay me?! You fucking the man I'm seeing?!"

"No, Flor! It's not like that..."

"So, you expect me to believe that nothing happened between the two of you, huh? That you didn't do anything behind my back?" She asks with a shaky voice.

Cel's tears furiously fall down while the both of them avoid her stare, hiding the guilt on their eyes. Flor didn't need words, their reactions are enough to answer her question.

Zoe was right. Causing pain is inevitable. Figuratively and literally.

Next thing they know, Flor has raises her right hand and slaps Cel's left cheek so hard, it would be impossible that it wouldn't leave a mark so she holds it as if it would soothe the pain at the same time, not believing it's real.

"Florence!" Harry blurts out and steps in between the two ladies. "Hurt me, not her! I made 'er do it. It s'me fault!"

"Harry..." Flor softens her voice for the first time. "Please, please tell me you didn't go out with me just because of her..."

"I didn't do it 'cause of 'er, Flor. I swear." He mumbles. "But you deserve someone else. Anyone. But not me."

"Che cosa?! What!? What are you saying?!" Flor narrows her eyebrows and searches his eyes for answers. "You're picking her over me?!"

"We weren't meant t'meet like this. You have t'understand, I just can't..." He sighs as he rubs her shoulders. "I can't be with someone who hurts the people I care 'bout."

"What? This is because I slap Cel? She-she deserves it!" She asks, confused.

"No." He says. "I've only known ya fo' a while but even a stranger will 'ave no difficulty of noticin' how shitty you've been treatin' her."

"Harry..." For the first time, Cel speaks up to warn him but he continues.

"You treat 'er not as your friend, but a person who owes you so much that she s'willin' to do anythin' fo' ya and that isn't alright with me. She worked for me before yet I haven't seen anyone treated her horribly as you did, normally 'cause I don't even let anyone touch 'er." He drops his hands from her shoulders and rest them on his side. "She didn't introduce me the same way you didn't told her that I was your date for the same reason, yeah? When the two of us kissed, she paused and reminded me that what we were doin' was wrong yet I insisted. She s'naturally a caring friend and you don't see that 'cause you were busy carin' 'bout yourself."

Flor is speechless and taking everything Harry is lecturing her off.

"Well, I care 'bout her more than she cares 'bout herself and she knows that. So, if you can't at least respect 'er, m'afraid we can never happen."

Silence occurred for a few seconds when Flor's blinking as if she was blinded by how bright the truth is. She clears her throat and finally being able to speak again.

"I don't care anymore! Just fucking leave and get out of my house!" Flor gives Cel one last spiteful look and spits. "Non voglio vederti mai più."

And off she storms in her room. Cel was about to follow her when Harry stops her, grabbing her hand. She turns to look at him and see his pleading eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asks worriedly as he carefully brings his other hand on her cheek. He barely touches it when she already flinches and drops his hand.

"I have to talk---"

"Don't even try, Vee. Your friendship is too deep under toxicity, it'll be difficult to save it." Her eyes looks at the floor and bites her lower lip. He gently grabs her chin to make her look at him again and says, "Grab your things and let's get outta 'ere, yeah?"