Piazza Bella - Primi XVIII
Piazza Bella - Primi XVIII
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With a crisis resolved, another successful dinner service ended, and Giovanni locked in discussions with Luca about supporting the Venice Festival; Bella and I were at a loose end. We sat together on our low wall surrounding a group of trees in the piazza, watching our men intently.
“They could go inside where it is warmer, Bella.”
“They know we are watching, and they want to be seen.”
“I like watching.”
“Me too, but I won’t make that too obvious to Luca.”
She puffed a joint and shared it with me. My body and mind relaxed as the active ingredient gripped me, forcing out the last anxieties of Federico’s war against us.
“Do you think we are clear from our troubles with Federico?”
“For now, yes. There will be rumbling of animosity for weeks, but I guess he will lay low and spread rumors of how ill-treated he has been.”
“Does that worry you, Bella?”
“Nope - we have a plan, and I believe celebrities will flock to us within twelve months.”
“What happens then?”