Lucia
I stared at my reflection in the limousine's windscreen, tucking back a strand of hair which had escaped from my elaborate updo, then smoothing my hand down my pale gold evening gown. Everything else was perfect. Just like that night two weeks ago when Adriano was about to take me out to eat. Except tonight, everything was more strained, rigid. I glanced at Adriano who was busy tapping away at his laptop, his gaze focused and glued to the screen in front of him. We were heading to a party being held in a resort several kilometers away. Several influential figures will be in attendance, including Jerry Hastings, the guy we're targeting to invest in the Colorado project. The proposal was already made to him, but naturally he refused since he was losing out too much. Now we
