บท 321: Fano

Ethan 

I climbed out of the back of the black Mercedes S-class as I thanked the driver. My security created a tunnel for me to pass through blocking any paparazzi from getting too close. It felt like there were paparazzi at every corner here that I could not even poke my head out of a door and a camera would be flashing in my face. 

I climbed up the stairs of the elite restaurant and from the moment I entered a female hostess with a bright smile was quick to lead me to the back where Delunca had a private room. When I entered I was immediately met with the cries of a baby as Delunca dressed in denim jeans, a jersey and sneakers paced around the room as he rocked his baby and spoke in rapid Italian. 

He looked exhausted with bags under his eyes and his normally very tanned glowing caramel skin pale. The freckles dusted across his nose and cheekbones seemed to have lost their colour too.