ANNA

As soon as I told him I had something important to talk to him, his face stoned, his eyes fixing me with curiosity. It wasn’t my intention to worry him, but that was what he looked like looking at his face.

“What happened? What are you going to tell me so urgently, Miss Albanese?” 

“Well, I know how much you said you respected Enzo, but I’d ask you a more awkward question. How much do you like Paolo, his agent?” Without proposing this, his face darkened ...