D A N T E
I was in my office, going through a few paper work the door opened and Antonio Valenti walked in without knocking.
He is my best friend since we were boys, he returned from England a day before Nonna’s birthday, he’s been a way for a while handling business at his father’s company and now that he’s transferred to New York, moving the business here, I’d be seeing a lot of his face.
“You look like hell,” he said, dropping into the chair across from my desk.
I didn’t answer I just let out a breath my thoughts wondering back to Ariana.
God she’s in my every day thought, she has me wrapped around her fingers and she doesn’t even know that.
“So,” Antonio said, leaning forward. “You finally got her the mystery girl from the club all those years ago the one you could not forget.”
