Chapter 2: First Encounter Fortunately, I got off work early, Rosalia...
Fortunately, the office was over early, and Rosalia, understanding the working world, didn't try to challenge her colleagues by working overtime. She followed the crowd, leaving the office wrapped in her windbreaker on the still-bright afternoon.
When night falls, Milan transforms into a completely different scene. The streets are mostly filled with young people dressed in fashionable and simple clothes, and they appear in groups in every corner.
Rosalia drove around the corner and into another neighborhood, which was even more colorful than the main street. Neon lights flashed on the faces of passers-by, and the girls' eyeshadows were sparkling with sequins and their lips were painted with crystal clear lip gloss.
They were all dressed in bright and colorful clothes and walked into the bar hand in hand, obviously looking for some fun for the night.
Rosalia was no exception. After get off work, she received a call from a good friend who said they would meet at the old place tonight to celebrate her new job.
If she were to explain it, her friend wanted to go out and play but was restricted by her family, so she had to use her as a shield.
Rosalia turned the steering wheel and drove into a relatively quiet street. This was the back entrance of the nightclub. Even though the nightclub was a members-only club, there were always people trying to get in. After all, if they took pictures of something, they could not only get a hush money but also publish it to gain fame.
So Rosalia and her friends often avoid the crowded crowd in front and enter from this side. Firstly, this place is less well-known, and secondly, they can go directly to the box on the second floor from the back door.
Sure enough, as soon as the car stopped, the waiter who had been waiting there came forward to open the door.
Rosalia threw the key over and was about to go upstairs. Her eyes accidentally glanced across the street. She suddenly stopped and turned to ask the waiter:
"Are there a lot of people tonight?"
She was asking about the second floor, which was mostly populated by wealthy and powerful people.
Sure enough, the waiter nodded and said, "A guest has reserved the largest private room today."
The waiter didn't reveal who it was. They had all signed confidentiality agreements, forbidding them from revealing information about the guests. Otherwise, they'd be fired and easily get into trouble. After all, working here paid handsomely, and it was easy to meet your favorite celebrities. No one wanted to lose such a good job.
Rosalia didn't ask any further questions. She just asked casually without any other meaning. Just one look at the cars and then thinking about the owner behind the store, she knew who was coming.
So she waved her hand to signal the other party that they could leave, and walked in alone as if she was familiar with the way.
When she stood at the door of the box, Rosalia had a strong premonition, and she reached out and pushed the door open.
"Bang--"
Streamers were floating in the sky, mixed with male and female screams and powerful music, all pouring out of the room.
It was a long time before the people inside could see Rosalia through the ribbons. She was standing a meter away from the door, one hand in her pocket, the other holding it open. She was wearing a white shirt and tight jeans, her hair loose behind her shoulders. She didn't look like someone who had just come to a nightclub, but with her glasses on, she looked like she was going to a meeting in the conference room.
The point is, she was very clean, without a single ribbon on her!
Oh, there was a strand of hair floating down from her wrist, which she gently brushed away.
“Boring!”
"How did you escape again!"
The crowd dispersed and returned to their seats in groups of three or four. When they passed a girl nestled in a man's arms, they stuffed a few banknotes into her outstretched hand.
Rita laughed out loud. She leaned in the man's arms, tilted her head to enjoy the fruit the man fed her, folded the money into a wad and casually stuffed it into the man's belt.
Rosalia wasn't surprised by this and walked over to sit next to the girl. She looked around and saw that there were men and women in the box, some familiar, some familiar faces, and some she had never seen before. They were divided into several groups, some playing cards, some drinking, and even flirting.
Rosalia glanced at Rita and the man, opened a bottle of new wine from the table, gulped down a few mouthfuls, wiped her mouth and asked, "Why are there so many people?"
Rita swallowed the fruit in her mouth and said, "If that place wasn't closed, more people would come."
The man beside her was very perceptive and reached out to pull open the curtain on the glass wall. Rita glanced through the glass toward the large private room and curled her lips at Rosalia. "You've even brought politics to a nightclub. You've got some skills."
Rosalia said nothing and glanced at the man next to her.
Rita knew what she was looking at. She patted the man next to her on the waist and coaxed him, "Go over and play with them for a while. If you lose, it's my turn."
After the man kissed her, he went to sit down with the people playing cards at another table. Only Rosalia and Rita were left at this table. The others tacitly did not come over here. They just called out to the two of them and then gave up and went back to play their own games.
Only then did Rita come up to Rosalia with the bottle of wine in her hand. She ignored the woman pushing her hand away and leaned against her arm. "You're still the best. You have a nice scent and muscles. You're not the kind that are trained hard in the gym."
She added, "As expected of a politician, he's always trying to win over people at a time like this. He invited a few politicians and businessmen who like Milan and brought the players with him. It would be a great opportunity for him to build a bridge between the two sides."
Rosalia lowered her head and asked her, "Where's your dad?"
"No, he's not interested."
"That doesn't matter. It's not like your two families won't marry each other." Rosalia pushed her head away and raised her hand to take another sip of wine.
Rita snatched the bottle from Rosalia's hand and took a big sip. Then she wiped her mouth and said viciously, "The old one is cunning and the young one is stupid. Neither of them is a good person."
Rosalia patted her shoulder comfortingly, stood up, adjusted her collar, and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
After saying that, without paying any attention to Rita half-lying on the sofa behind her, she stretched out her hand and shouted at her, "There's a toilet in the room, where are you going?" and pushed the door open and walked out. Before closing the door, she saw through the gap that the man had already walked towards the sofa.
After coming out, Rosalia didn't go to the bathroom. She stood at the window at the end of the corridor and tried to take out the cigarette box from her pocket, but found nothing. Then she remembered that her mother caught her smoking when she returned home last time and forced her to quit smoking by threatening her job.
Having just quit smoking, her hands felt empty and her heart was itching. Rosalia could only pull her phone out of her pocket and start playing Tetris.
I was having fun when suddenly a timid voice came from behind me, speaking in Italian with a slight accent:
"Hello, where is the restroom?"
"drop--"
Rosalia paused, the game over. She sighed, turned off her phone, shoved it back in her pocket, and turned back.
The person who had just spoken was a man, but she would have said it was more like a boy. He had slightly messy curly hair, rosy cheeks, and watery eyes. When he saw her turn around, he grinned, revealing his white teeth.
What a silly Samoyed!
Rosalia couldn't help but sigh, her impatience at being interrupted just now extinguished.
She folded her arms across her chest, leaning back against the windowsill. She looked him up and down, then focused on his face. Seeing his expression gradually change from obedient to bewildered, she spoke:
"Anything good?"
"What?" The boy seemed not to hear clearly. He subconsciously took a step forward and bent down.
"It's okay, the bathroom is behind you." Rosalia pointed behind him. Because each box had an independent bathroom, the door of the bathroom in the corridor was painted very hidden, and even the sign was half-covered by the vase on the wall.
"Oh! Thank you!" The boy looked in the direction of her hand. Perhaps because he had been drinking or was nearsighted, he squinted for a long time before he suddenly realized.
"It's okay. Remember not to drink and drive. I'll find someone to take you home." Rosalia saw him looking back in confusion and pointed to his pocket, where the car keys were sticking out. When the boy looked up, she pointed out the window at the car parked on the street across the street. "Isn't that yours?"
"You are so awesome!" The boy's eyes lit up, and he looked down at his pocket, then at the car outside the window, and finally at Rosalia.
"you……"
He was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone before he could finish his words. Rosalia took out her phone, looked at it, nodded at him, and ignored his hesitation. She picked up the phone and walked into the box.
She walked quickly and soon opened the door and disappeared into the corridor.
Rosalia hung up the phone only when the hoarse, ghostly howling of the singing in the box filled her ears again. She took out her car keys and threw them to Rita:
"I'm going home."
Rita complained about why she had to leave so early and that she hadn't had enough fun. She stood up and followed Rosalia regardless of the man next to her trying to keep her.
When she drove Rosalia's car and dropped her off at the hotel, she leaned over the steering wheel and asked her:
"Why are you staying in a hotel again? Haven't you reconciled with your family yet?"
Rosalia shrugged. "Maybe we'll be reconciled when I retire." She opened the car door and said goodbye to Rita through the window. "Go home early and be safe. I'll drive tomorrow."
By the time Rosalia finished washing up and lay on the bed with a facial mask on, reading a book, the largest private room on the second floor of the nightclub gradually returned to peace.
The remaining few tall men walked out arm in arm. When they passed a private room, someone even stopped and took a look inside.
The inside had been cleaned up, with only two waiters doing the final cleanup.
He sighed, not knowing what he was disappointed about.
The person in front had walked a long way away. When I turned around, I realized that someone was missing. I quickly turned back to look for him, and found that he was standing in the corridor in a daze.
Maldini was afraid that he would lose his child, so he waved at him and said, "Ricky, what are you thinking about? Let's go!"
“Here I come!”
Kaka responded quickly. Before leaving, he took one last look at the box next to him, then quickened his pace to catch up with his teammates in front.
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