Gaby asked, but Luca only shook his head. “You’ll see. I want to see if you feel anything when we get there.” “Okay…” Gaby said, leaving the statement open, but Luca said nothing else. Instead, he turned on the radio an...
Several times a week, and always on the weekends, he whisked me away to the opera, the ballet, the movies; and we always ended up in the front row, and often backstage to greet and rub proverbial elbows with the actors and actresses, dancers, decorators and set designers that made these grand pro...
She’d come to the studio wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers. There was no way could she go to a bar in that. There were a few costume pieces in the closet in the back of the studio, however. Maybe something in there would work. She thought quickly, trying to recall w...