This is a collaboration between me and Eskarina.

As they got out of the car, Jolyne eyed the building in front of them, becoming absolutely certain that the immense yellow palace could not be a cheap place to walk in. Knowing that their expenses were going to be paid for out of someone else's pockets partly relieved her, but on the other hand, it also made her feel a bit guilty. Yes, Giorno might deserve a humongous bill for everything he put her through, but as she walked in, she realized that perhaps it was too high of a price.

Trish tugged on her arm a couple of times before she managed to put her arm around Jolyne's shoulders precariously. Even in heels, the pink-haired girl was smaller, but that didn't stop her from taking the lead.

"Don't let the grandness of this place intimidate you. The more exclusive it is, the safer, and Giorno doesn't put a price on safety. Besides, he can afford it."

Jolyne didn't know how long she was going to be staying with them, but she was sure that she wasn't going to need as many clothes as Trish seemed to think.

At first, Jolyne was more involved in choosing clothes. She felt like an idiot for choosing a comfortable-looking black outfit as her next escape wear—yes, she hadn't given up on that—because it was one of Versace's designs. It was about to become the most expensive escape kit in the world.

She liked to go shopping, she really did, but she didn't know where the pink-haired girl got so much energy from. In the end, she told her that whatever she decided on was fine. Trish made her want to eat her words a while later after she started buying even more things. Jolyne had to go back to at least picking things that she did like.

The boys trailed not too far behind them. Even though Narancia didn't need to eat, he kept up the habit by complaining that he was hungry, which everyone knew was a lie.

"This site also has an archaeological museum. Maybe we can see it from one of the restaurants. Or would you prefer another one on the other side?" Trish asked.

Even though this whole shopping spree was wearing her out, Jolyne couldn't help but smile. Trish was just trying to help her out and her enthusiasm made Jolyne forget for a bit about the things that were going on in her life.

At some point during their delicious meal, Trish paused and said seriously, "You could think of me as some kind of big sister, you know. Whenever you need something, come to me."

"Sure…" Jolyne found herself saying, and Trish looked at her excitedly.

"You mean it? It's so boring to always be around men! I've always wanted a little sister. A sorellina."

The way the word 'sorellina' slipped past Trish's lips sounded very beautiful to Jolyne.

"So..rellina," she tried to repeat, but Trish held up a finger.

"Oh no, you're Sorellina since you're younger, but as the older sister, I'm your sorella. Try that."

"Hey! I want to call her Sorellina too!" Narancia protested from behind them, speeding up a little to walk side by side with Jolyne.

Trish waved at him dismissively. "No. Get your own nickname for her."

What ensued was some bickering about who got to call Jolyne what. While in the end, the two ended up both calling her sorellina, Abbacchio suggested to the younger girl that she call them what he did—'brat rats'.

"But you love us!" Narancia shouted. Despite the posh atmosphere, no one scolded him. The older man, however, put his arm around Narancia's neck in what seemed like a mixture of a hug and attempted suffocation.

Jolyne began to feel worse when she saw that there were no bags and there was no way to control their spending. Apparently, the boutiques would take their products home directly. If the palazzo could be called home, that is.

"Hey girl, listen, I know you feel bad because it's a ton of money," Abbacchio said to her as they watched Trish chase after Narancia, trying to convince him to buy a suit. "I understand where you're coming from, but know that it's the boss' money."

Jolyne nodded, but deep down, the blonde's allowance made her feel bad. She felt spoiled for spending so much. Then a devilish smile drew on Abbacchio's face, and Jolyne understood how a person as special as Bruno had fallen in love with him.

"Well, since it's Giorno's money, we'll have to spend more. Let's go get some makeup."

Narancia sat outside, but Jolyne understood why Trish was looking forward to going shopping with Abbacchio. The goth didn't buy as much as Trish, but he did select a few products. Not only did they choose a lot of makeup and brushes, but also a good supply of skin and hair treatment products, as well as accessories, a hairdryer, and a hair straightener.

"Believe me, girl, Giorno can spend much more than this just on hairpins. Not to mention Bruno and his hair accessories..."

When they learned that the shop assistants at La Perla, an underwear shop, knew Abbacchio by name, Trish started making dirty jokes. She stopped only when Narancia begged her not to continue. Knowing about Bruno and Leone's sex life was practically like knowing about their parents'.

When Jolyne complained that she wasn't going to buy such an expensive bra, Trish told her something she hadn't thought about in years.

"What surprises me is that you don't seem to know your way around in these types of stores. I mean, as an heir to Joseph Joestar, you're supposed to be super rich."

"You didn't read her papers," said Abbacchio. "She won't receive her trust fund until she's 21."

"My trust fund?" Jolyne asked blankly.

"Oh my poor Sorellina, did you not know that you're rich?" Trish asked her.

"There are many things about my family that I don't know about." And inadvertently, she remembered her dad.

It was obvious to everyone that the girl's spirits were crushed. They decided to go find something else to entertain her.

Although Giorno owned a large library, most of the books were in Italian, and he would surely not mind more. At the bookstore, out of all the books, Jolyne selected a copy of Twilight . Noticing that Abbacchio was trying not to laugh, she tried to justify her purchase, telling him that she had heard that it was a good book. Unbeknownst to her, he was actually thinking about how Giorno secretly possessed signed copies of all of the books in the saga, oblivious to the fact that Abbacchio knew.

As they passed a toy store, three of them slowed down and stared at it for a bit too long while feigning disinterest. Abbacchio sighed heavily and entered, with the others following behind him gleefully.

Narancia went to the video game aisles, reminding Jolyne of Emporio. How was he doing right now? She knew he was capable of taking care of himself, but not knowing about his current state or whereabouts troubled her. The strident colors and shapes in every corner began to overwhelm her, so she moved to the preschool kids' section.

Barring the new, updated looks for the time, most of the assortment was stuff similar to what she had owned in her childhood, which made sense now when thinking about her family's wealth. She paused, stopping before one particular plushie.

"If you'd like a stuffed animal, it wouldn't hurt to buy one. It would look perfectly fine in a girl's room," Trish said, coming up beside her. She was about to make another comment when she saw the thick tears streaming down Jolyne's face. "Sorellina, non piangere per favore. I mean, please don't cry."

Jolyne hadn't nearly been aware of the wetness on her face until Trish hugged her.

She missed her mom; she was worried about her dad. She was scared about everything else. She was alone and lost in a strange country with a language that she did not understand.

She realized that this pain and fear didn't just start with the kidnapping in the swamp. Perhaps it started all the way back when she had first been arrested. Later, too focused on trying to save her dad, she hadn't let anything get in the way; not the dangers of the prison, the lurking enemies, or even her mess of emotions. It's how she was able to push forward even when kicked, beaten, and humiliated over and over again within the prison walls.

She had promised herself that she would let it all out once she retrieved the disks and tasted freedom. The time seemed to have already come but...

Freed from the stone walls, she had not made it far before falling into another trap, one she wasn't sure if she should even escape from. She was just so lost, unsure of what to do.

"I want to know if my mom is ok," she said between brief hiccups. "I want to know how my dad is. I want to know that my friends are fine."

'I want to know what's going to happen from here on out...'

Trish hugged her tighter, understanding what it was like to feel this way. She had been dragged out of her childhood home when her own mother died, her world turning upside down, never to become the same again.

"I wish I could do something for you, Sorellina. When my mamma died, I felt disconnected from my environment before I was handed off to the gang. There were people who were after me, but I will tell you the story another day. You are brave and you will be fine. We will help them, I promise."

Narancia looked on uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot. His mouth turned down in pity. "It's just that we can't leave you a phone number. Giorno says it's too dangerous to risk."

"Fuck Giorno," said Abbacchio, taking out his phone. "Don't say anything about where you are, and after you're done, we'll destroy the SIM."

Jolyne couldn't help but hug Abbacchio, her tear-streaked face smiling.

Abbacchio patted her on the head. "Monkey rat, you're going to end up staining my clothes with your snot. Hurry up before I regret it."

She tried to call her mother, but neither her cell number nor the house number connected through. Her anxiousness started to rise again, but this was not the time to be crying.

She quickly looked up the number for Green Dolphin Street Prison and prepared to wait until they found the inmate she was looking for. She didn't even want to imagine the money that call was going to cost.

"Gwess?" Jolyne asked.

"Hey bitch, where the hell are you?" asked her former cellmate. "You can't imagine the chaos here. They say that Father Pucci has died."

Abbacchio: I get scared when people cry and I wasn't the one who caused it