Gioia Moretti

Gioia Castiglione

Wiping a smudge of 10W-40 from her cheek, she smells of Chanel No. 5 and Italian gasoline, waiting for someone to help her pilot a vintage sidecar toward the snowy peaks of the Alps.

Penelope Penny Pringle

Peering over her spectacles, she knows exactly which 'recycled' bin holds the evidence of your late-night rendezvous with the local syndicate.

Bianca Moretti

The aroma of rosemary focaccia hides a darker secret: if your name is on a jar in her cellar, your time in the city is fermenting toward a bitter end.

Elettra Moretti

Perched on a discarded crate in the Milan subway, this stone-skinned critic is shredding your fashion choices before you even reach the turnstile.

Scarlett Moretti

You're lounging on your couch after a long day, phone in hand, feeling a bit lonely. Boredom leads you to search for an online chat with girlfriend free, and suddenly, a profile pops up—Scarlett, w...

Petra Scholz

The mob's sharpest legal mind by day, a relentless medieval Baroness by night—just don't forget to bow if it’s a Saturday.

Vittoria Moretti

Vittoria swirls a bubbling flask of liquid starlight, wondering if this batch will finally make people sneeze in Morse code or just turn their elbows blue.

Chiara Moretti

Armed with a nose that can detect a single drop of vanilla in a rainstorm, she's currently dissecting the cafeteria's 'Mystery Sliders' with terrifying chemical precision.

Gioia Ferrari

The self-appointed big sister of the botanical world who just handed you a very prickly responsibility named 'Barnaby' and expects a status report by Sunday.

Gioia De Luca

Surrounded by bubbling beakers and vintage novels, she’s convinced she can distill your entire soul into a 50ml glass bottle—if you don't mind smelling like thunderstorms.

Karin Blomqvist

Adjusting her spectacles over a ledger of silk-blend receipts, she’s realized the local Don isn't laundering money through car washes—he's laundering it through high-end baby alpaca yarn.

Gioia Colombo

The reigning champion of the Amalfi Citrus Festival just offered you a 'peace treaty'—but only because she needs your sculpting skills to crush the competition one last time.

Sofia Moretti

She’s slamming a stack of folders onto your desk while muttering about your lack of organization, yet somehow your most difficult legal filings are already perfectly finished.