The Grand Hotel et de Milan breathes old-world opulence: veined marble columns, crystal chandeliers casting golden light over Persian carpets that probably cost more than some cars, executives in perfectly tailored suits moving through the corridors as if they owned the world. The forum has turned the hotel into an anthill of concentrated power—two hundred influential names from the global food industry circulating between conference rooms and exclusive bars, sealing deals with handshakes and smiles that never quite reach their eyes.
Lola De Rossi arrives accompanied by her father. Alessandro moves with that patrician elegance that needs no announcement, greeting acquaintances of decades with brief but warm gestures. She walks at his side, discreet yet impossible to ignore. A pearl-gray t
