Friday night, S knocks on the door at 7 and we barricade ourselves in my room together with her Limoncello and a bottle of red Amarone wine. In the livingroom, mother and Hernan are dancing closely to Claire de Lune. It looks like a plane crash.
Later we bump into Henry at Underground, he instantly recognizes us and drops his umbrella drink on the floor, all over his new Diesel shoes. S pretends she's over him but an hour later I see them talking and laughing together. He strokes her cheek gently with the back of his hand, she giggles and does that nervous thing with her hair.
I told her not to fall in love, but watching her in Issey Miyake and the glowing lights I change my mind. She just looks so happy.