Giulio rings the bell and waits in front of the entrance to Monica’s apartment block.
Monica comes down (dress with a plunging neckline, high heels, long skirt with a split up the side. Over her dress, a skimpy cape to keep the November fog at bay).
– Always discreetly dressed, you.
– Don’t you like my look?
– I like it. Sometimes I like it a bit too much. But aren’t we going to see Francesca today?
Monica laughs and leads the way. Continua a leggere→