CHAPTER 10
A NIGHT OUT
A week later, Loredana flicked through a pile of liras and deposited them into the cash register. She smiled at the customer who walked out carrying bags of winter clothing. Then she cleared up the counter by storing the clothes that customers didn’t want back on the racks. The door swung open and Elena ambled inside, a weary expression on her face. She was still getting her bearings in this huge city. The poor girl!
Loredana smiled. “Hi, Elena. Are you enjoying the work so far?”
Elena watched her put the remainder of the clothes back in place. “Great. I’m loving it. Thanks again for the opportunity.”
“Oh, that was Francesco’s doing, not mine,” Loredana said.
Francesco waltzed in from the back, his shoulders straightening as he approached the counter. His eyes
