We are taken to the back of the store, where Luce used to receive me, but who welcomes us is her. Mia Sartori.
"Hello, girls." She receives us warmly, as if we were at a social gathering.
Siena still has some embarrassment, but Mia soon dispels it, taking her in a hug full of tenderness and love. A full and long hug, whose affection seems to radiate, without, however, reaching me. I don't know what Mia told her, but the brief conversation they had in the last few hours seems to have broken down my friend's walls.
"Can we talk?" she asks me.
"I'll wait outside with Grazi." The blonde leaves us alone.
She stares at me.
I sit in the comfortable armchair near the door and remain serene, while she leans on the table, a reflection of our first genuine conversation, in the warehouse in Engl
