I catch a bevy of rich blonde hair and a vaguely familiar face in the crowd.But he’s gone before I can figure out if it’s really who I thought it was ornot.
I shake my head. Probably wasn’t. I’m just in a weird mood tonight.
I stand at the edge of the balcony. “Yeah, I could use a drink.”
He presses a hidden button beside the bar cart and, a few moments later, awaiter in a bow tie appears. The child in me is very impressed. Dmitri lookscompletely unfazed. In his world, it’s normal to be waited on hand and foot.I wonder how long it takes to get used to something like that.
Dmitri’s phone starts to ring and he glances at it impatiently. His eyes glazeover when he sees whoever’s calling. “Give me a moment. I have to takethis.” He looks at the waiter. “Get the lady whatever sh
