It wasn't surprising; I looked like a street mouse compared to them. Alessandro had called me Piccola -small. I was five feet of nothing with mousy brown hair and the most boring black eyes. It was the stupidest thing to compare myself to them at all.

I quickly looked away not wanting to make such unflattering comparisons again. I wanted to ask Marco some more questions when the buzzing chaos of the party suddenly muted, all voices quieting. People stopped moving. A moment later, Alessandro, ...