The blonde beckons me again with a provocative smile on her lips. I turn away and pretend to be interested in the big picture in front of me. But I can’t help but wonder if I’ve ever met her—her face looks vaguely familiar. Someone probably introduced us at a party or a premiere at the Bolshoi. If I focus, maybe I can even remember her first name... Darian. No, Diana. No, that’s for sure, it’s Darian.
“Have you noticed the young nymph standing near that gigantic landscape?” said Lauryn, nudging me.
“I’m trying not to look over there. The mixture of colours hurts my eyes.”
“Well, if I were you, I would make an effort! Her legs are endless, and I bet she’s naked under her tight dress.”
“Stop it, Lauryn!” I exclaim, shaking my head. “How old am I? Sixteen?”
“No, but you’re the best catch
