Claudia walked like Jason and I did. Quietly, silently blessing the floor with her feet, with no whisper of a sound. What also contributed to it was that she probably weighed a quarter of what I did, and moved like an ethereal being, with her tight button up black clothing and mesh sleeves that floated behind her. She was so petite, she looked like a black dove floating low to the ground, leading us to our rooms. We walked down a wide hallway, to two grand doors on either side of the walls. Claudia turned on her heel and waved her arms to each side in a subtle, yet definitive way.
“Ecco le tue stanze. Il pranzo sarà pronto in circa due ore. Vi prego di accettare le mie scuse, non siamo ancora stati nei negozi. Era previsto, ve lo assicuro, ma per ora abbiamo inviato alcuni antipasti in s
