"Musician. I'm not talented enough in expressing my emotions on camera. I like songs." She chuckles a little. "I was on television before for a reality show but nothing Oscar worthy."

"Hmm, maybe. I had an EP out a year ago and like two singles from it. Nothing massive." She laughs. "Yeah, I was on Celebrity Big Brother. I came in 4th place too, but America thought I wasn't raunchy enough to win."

"It's alright, I sort of like not being recognized so don't feel bad about it. It's actually good to meet someone new who doesn't know me." Bianca ordered another drink as she listened to the girl. "Well the tales are true but the most I did in that house was laugh. I wasn't into the sleeping around stuff."

"Well...I don't know. I guess people know me but I'm no Madonna or anything." She laughs. "I think I have enough music cred I guess?" Another drink was served to her. "Thanks. I did meet some interesting people though, made some nice friends. I don't know if they'll even remember me though."

"Bianca Moretti." She smiles and holds out her hand for her to shake. "And you are..?"

"Ooh, nice." She laughs. "Really? Thanks. Femme Fatale? You might be reaching a little there. I'm nowhere near that sexy."

"Well thanks, I love your name. Yes, it is very Italian." She smiles then laughs. "Okay, let me guess...you are Japanese? I hope I'm right, I'd feel awful if it was wrong."

"Lotus?" She takes a sip of her drink then looks at her. "I have actually never been to Italy, well I was born there but I can't remember what it was like. I live in Ohio, Madison. I'm a disgrace to Italians everywhere." She jokes.

"Ohhh, I'm not a very fashion savvy girl if you can tell." Bianca shakes her head laughing. "Maybe. I'd love to visit Japan. I think everyone loves Japan and if they say they don't they're lying bastards.." She sighs a little thinking about why she really came here. She wanted to escape from her reality of her troubles. "I'd love to take my son there one day."

"I'm not much of an animal printer." She laughs, taking another sip. "My son, Luca, he's a year old. He's the sweetest boy you'll lay eyes on. He looks like his father and acts like his mother; stubborn and fiesty when provoked." She gushes over her son, feeling a warmness inside when she talks about him. "I have a picture if you wanna see?" She picks up her phone, finding a suitable picture of the two together. Luca had her skin complexion and some chubby cheeks. His eyes were a striking blue and he had sandy colored hair. "I might just take you up on that. Hopefully it'll be nothing like The Grudge." She jokes.