We get inside another car to get to the dinner. A black SUV. The whole ride, I'm pinching my legs to keep them still. I'm nervous about tonight, mainly because I don't know what to expect and how everything will go.
I ask him, "Will Luigi be there?"
"No," he says. "But Lorenzo will. Do me a favor and don't talk to him. If he strikes up a conversation with you, ignore him."
"How can I ignore Luigi's son?" I don't like him, either, but I know better than to ignore him. Sometimes it feels like the man at the bar that day and the one at the house late at night are two different people. Something about him bothers me, but maybe it's just because he's Luigi Romano's son.
"Just do as I say, Gianna."
We drive for about thirty minutes. At night, the city looks marvelous. I don't have it in
