Four days ago, when she saw him in the lobby, she thought about asking her father about him. But then she recalled what he had said the last time she had told him about Vito
Her father had strictly warned her not to ever talk about this man and his three friends in public ever. She had joked that he was a criminal. Her father had scolded her for the first time then. He only told her that his identity was very precious and if she ever saw him anywhere with anyone, she must not tell anyone that she knew him or knew of him.
She had to pretend as if she didn't know him at all. And it was the most hurtful thing to do.
As the sky was changing so was the atmosphere on the ground. It was getting warm down there but the temperature had nothing to do with it.
