Signora Vitale
I gazed out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, watching the glittering lights of Porto Cristallo's marina flicker to life as dusk settled over the city. The fading sunlight cast long shadows across my desk, transforming the crystal decanter of aged whiskey into a prism of amber and gold.
"They're becoming quite the power couple, aren't they?" I mused, swirling the liquor in my glass. The ice clinked softly, a counterpoint to the muted jazz playing in the background.
Lucia's reflection appeared in the window, her sharp features softened by the dim lighting. "Indeed, Signora. Their little shopping excursion today caused quite the stir."
I turned to face her, taking in her impeccable appearance - not a hair out of place, despite the late hour. "And what do you make
