Ginevra
“Ms. Silverstar, good evening.”
The young concierge is standing in front of Ruggerio’s apartment building as he welcomes me with a broad smile.
“Good evening.” He opens the door for me and proceeds to snatch something behind his reception desk. With fast steps, he walks past me to get to the elevator. I catch up with him, step into the elevator and thank him politely. He gets in after me, to activate the screen of the car and hands me the card with another happy smile.
“This is for you, Ma’am. Have a pleasant night.”
My attention is still captured by the shiny card that I remember from our get away to Napa, as I notice the doors are already closing.
“Have a good night too, sir.” I manage to shout between the closing doors and lean back as the elevator begins to climb up to th
