"There's a camera there," Regina says, pointing to us in a hidden corner.
Rocco and I looked over our shoulders and noticed the little dot in the corner. It's almost imperceptible and would go unnoticed it goes unnoticed.
“Shout out to the camera ladies,” he says, and then, curtsies, leaning forward. And Regina and I curtsy, as if we have an invisible skirt and salute her highness.
Then we turned and Rocco took a lot of keys out of his pocket.
“I made a copy of my uncle's keys a few years ago,” he says, and then the twenty or so keys he has. It's this one.” She holds up a small silver key and looks at her.
Then he puts it in the little lock and turns it.
But the door didn't open.
"That's weird, I'm sure that's it."
"You're the one who knows," Regina says.
Rocco takes the key out o
