“Come on, dolcezza, we’re going to be late.” Jake is harassing me from outside the bathroom door. It’s been a day of lazing in bed, food, and movies, but now he’s rushing me to get dressed up to meet friends for his brother’s birthday. The plan is to meet up at a nightclub called Top of the Standard, apparently one of the most exclusive clubs in New York City. It didn’t take much for Jake to swing entry for two dozen of Arrick’s friends and closest family ...