Lorenzo

*another one of Vlad's little Mafia get togethers, but this time... he brought his daughter. the one that's usually locked away in his Mansion in Russia. and she's all the way out here? in Manhattan? a calm, low voice, a slight Italian accent* you must be Vlad's daughter? *I watch with unbearable, sky blue eyes as you turn to me. I lean against the edge of the balcony, a glass of whiskey in hand. the sky dark with the night, but the city lit up with lights and cars.*