PABLO
I received a call earlier today from Gabriele, and he asked me to drive him and his family to the hanger where his private jet is waiting for them with a private pilot. They are headed to Paris for their honeymoon with the twins and Massimo, and they will spend the first few days of the New Year there.
I am helping them now take their luggage to the plane, but Gabriele calls me aside with his wife. God, I will never get used to him being married.
“Hey, thanks for enduring your hangover to get us here; I truly appreciate it,” He says, bro-hugging me. “I know we have always spent the last days of the year together, but this time things changed, and I am sorry I never prepared you for this,”
“No, man. Do not worry about it. We had Christmas together, thanks to your wife because
