Luciano walked into the lounge where whatever he was supposed to see waited for him, but halted abruptly as he opened the door.
"Luciano De Luca," a woman, almost towering above him, called out his name with a drawl.
"Elisa?"
She walked up to him, and stretched out her long fingers.
He held them, and she carried it up to her forehead like a prayer.
"Did you grow an inch taller?" She teased.
He barely smiled.
"You're still mad I chose to remain in Mexico as opposed to Neravalle?" Her eyes twinkled with amusement.
"You made your choice. I can't complain," he replied dryly.
"Well that decision has paid off." She let go of his hand, and returned back to seating.
Crossing a leg over the other, she reclined into the soft cushion.
"Why are you here, Elisa?"
She pouted. "Where is your spirit of hospitality? You changed? Or allowed the fiancé influence you?"
"I just have a lot of things to think about and there is a priority list. You're sadly not a part of the list."
