Midnight Suspicions

The last of the guests drove out into the night. Ginevra stood outside the building, her Jacket hanging over her bare shoulders.

Massimo was nowhere in sight.

She turned as Arturo approached, his tie loosened, a glass of scotch in his hand.

“Quite the night.” Arturo echoed, glancing at his watch.

“Yeah, so exhausting.” She seconded.

“Can't wait to lay on my bed.” Arturo let out a yawn.

“Where’s Ma