Alessia
I lie by the pool on the roof of the Bellissimo and watch the sun set. A waiter brings me a Caesar salad, but I set it on the table beside me untouched. Eating is nothing but a chore these days.
Sondra floats in the water, the only place she wants to be with her big round belly. Nico had a private pool recently installed up here for his wife and sister-in-law. I’m guessing he and Stefano couldn’t stand their women being ogled by the public at the guest pools.
My brothers brought the best nephrologist in the U.S. with them to Russia when they came for me. I was transported on a private jet with the million dollar surgeon looking after me. My recovery has been perfect.
They brought me to Vegas instead of Chicago to recuperate. They figured at the Bellissimo, I’d have a host of em
