Stefano
I don’t know what I had been expecting but it wasn’t what greeted us when we arrived at Dimitris house.
For one I had been expecting to have to go in heavy handed, to fight to get to Lily , instead I was let in by a well dressed man who was all smiles and dressed like he had got ready in the dark. “Mr Romano, Mr Moretti.” An inclined of his head and I frowned at his accent. It sounded British , or at least as if he was trying to sound upper class British but there was something else there as well, a lily to the way he said our names that spoke of roots far from the United Kingdom. “If you will follow me .” There was nothing more but it was obvious he had been expecting us. He didn’t seemed worried to see us at all. And I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
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