Once Bianca entered through the villa's grand entrance, a familiar face greeted her. "Welcome, signorina!" boomed Augusto, his bow as crisp as a freshly starched camicia. "I trust the young master provided a delightful evening?"
Bianca's mind whirled with the whirlwind of events: the restaurant scene, the charged car ride, and what happened in the car. She bit her lip, a single, hesitant nod the only response she could muster before sweeping towards the staircase with uncharacteristic haste.
Augusto, a seasoned observer, watched her retreat with a furrowed brow. 'Did something happen between the young master and his mistress?' he pondered, rising to his feet.
