I was standing by the front door with my back to it. Still wearing my pj’s which were a loose white vest and sleep shorts with the lord of the rings written on the ass, compliments of my friend, Diane who was a kickass wedding planner and one of the few ‘Normal’ friends Papa actually liked.
My hair was piled up onto the top of my head with a paintbrush holding it up and my feet were bare and a bit dirty from lounging at the pool while I waited for my Painting to dry so I can do touch-ups. It was just after 2 in the afternoon.
Papa had called me and asked if I could open the door for his ‘Guest’. I decided to do it on my own, rather than call one of our house ladies. I was not lazy and I thought this guest could be Filippo or Guilia. This was not the case.
When I opened the door and look
