Chapter 33: When Skeletons Jump Out of the Closet and Scare the s**t Out of You, Then You Beter Find a Way to Get Rid of Them Again
Luca
The Gothic Ballerina showing has gone well tonight. All of Milan’s most notable fashion paparazzi have made the effort to purchase front row seats. Even a few of my former students from F.I.T. have stopped by to offer their congratulations. Dressed in his trademark dark purple show suit, my brother, Rafe and I, along with Erin and our assistant, Carla, stroll down the stage until we reach the end, the music playing overhead making me think of the night Adriana chased after Nikolai at the Alcatraz. The crowd stands as applause roars around us—a standing ovation, a formal acceptance into the world of design. The feel of success saturates the air around us
