“What you always wanted, Pietro.” His old friend, Stefano, was at his side, grinning.
Pietro slapped the little guy so hard with the joy of seeing his trusted face that Stefano nearly tipped over his drink. “Scusi, Stef.” Pietro laughed, “Can you believe it? You playing lead violin right there in that famous orchestra pit and me, the other thing?” Stef shook his head in amazement, and Pietro’s head mirrored the movement, as old friends tend to do. Their blissful reverie was interrupted by a tall, striking blonde in what seemed to be a gold dress painted straight onto her naked body.
“Come with me, blue eyes.” Her voice was husky, and s*x oozed from every pore as she grabbed Pietro’s arm. “Someone wants to meet you.”
Understandably, her wish was his command.
Halfway through the crowd, P
