Ginevra
The moment I show up in front of the high glass doors, I think about turning around and walking away. Just as I’m about to do so, convinced of this being an absurdly stupid move, Elisabetta has already spotted me and is taking long strides to reach the doors. She opens them with a big smile while I stand there like a gray mouse.
“Ginny, hi. What a surprise!”
“Hey, Ellie. Well, I was at your school, and they told me your atelier was here and… I’m sorry, maybe I should go.” I point my thumbs to the entrance behind me and am about to turn around as Elisabetta stops me, inviting me into her atelier.
“Oh, don’t be silly. Just come on in.”
I hug myself as I walk into the open space with the industrial flair and the large double-hung windows. The noise of the buzzing street outside e
