After I shower in my bathroom and get dressed in my usual figure-hugging dress and sleek hair and makeup, I wander back downstairs to the club to see what needs doing. Alexi never came upstairs with me, waiting for Santagato to show up and I have no doubts they are probably in the second floor VIP lounge as we speak. I've only been up here for forty minutes since we got back, and we didn't come far. The club is literally minutes from his old bolthole and I already miss it. The way he is when we were there, the break from reality to be with that version of him, I'm already craving it.
It feels odd to be here now, back to life as though nothing's happened at all; when, in reality, absolutely everything has changed. It's only been two days and yet it feels like a week has passed since the ni
