Chapter 23: Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay Canal
Adriana
As soon as I change into a pair of black capris and a beige T-shirt, I secure my hair up in a bun, making sure to pull my bangs down over my eyes, and head out into the living room. Luca’s gone. A small pang of guilt hits me when I think of the way he looked at me earlier tonight.
Sighing deeply, I leave our room and head out to the balcony at the back of the Baglioni, a section that’s so close to the Grand Canal that I can put my feet inside the water. I found my new thinking spot by accident one day. Sitting down on the side, I plunge my feet into the water, the iciness of the canal chilling my ankles, a no-no for a ballerina. I don’t care. Anything to help me stay numb is a welcome distraction.
Closing my eyes, I listen to gon
