- Yes, I do. Until I died.
The two friends looked at each other for a moment, and then attacked reluctantly the succulent meal that the waiters in red and white uniforms had respectfully placed in front of her. And they never spoke of Venezio again.
***
- I have to go on a trip.
Ariadne looked up sharply at the news, her heart stopping again to bleed, knowing that her lover was going away from her. They were having dinner in a room a little smaller than the main one, and the dishes were succulent, with a starter like an Italian salad, with lots of tomatoes and olives, cottage cheese, all drizzled with olive oil, followed by a light curry chicken with a rosé wine and ending with strawberry and chocolate sorbet.
- The jet will take off tomorrow morning at dawn. Venezio continued, leaning against his Louis XV style chair, spinning his glass of wine, his gaze fixed on Ariadne, feeling the dark feelings that were tearing her apart again at the announcement of his departure.
