Marcello watched Lorenzo leave in a hurry and moved to follow him and find out what the hell happened back there, but when he caught sight of Celeste lounging by the buffet table looking lost and out of place, he realized that this was his only chance to be with her.
Carefully, he strolled towards her. Celeste was gorging on a plate of Crostini when he got closer. A smile played on the corners of his lips when he saw that she was so engrossed in the meal to notice his presence.
Bending lower and placing a gentle hand on her left shoulder, he whispered in her right ear.
"The sight of you could tempt a saint Darling" he drawled in the beautiful Italian accent.
Celeste choked on hearing his voice so close to her, something she had not expected. Marcello chuckled as rubbed her bare back slowly and he handed her a glass of water.
