In the shade of the night ill come looking for you

"For the last time, it’s not true and no. Chinga tu madre.” Times like these, Nadia wished that she had a flip phone; she could dramatically end the call by closing her phone with a resounding snap, but she would have to settle for hitting the “End” button and glaring at the string of answered calls listed. Since that stupid, and completely false, “blast” there were far too many people asking her for pictures. If she were a lesser girl, she would have cried ( or if she were Emery, she would have thrown a hissy fit then and there ) .”What are you looking at? Haven’t you ever seen someone be two seconds away from a breakdown before? Can’t I even freak out in peace?”

For the past few days it had been difficult to get a hold of Valeria. It was no surprise to Lorenzo that there were a lot of things his cousin had to take care of, but after a few days without having formally discussed their next moves in regards to the Calloway girl they had brought to their side Lorenzo was growing impatient. It never took more than a phone call or a text for them to get a hold of each other but not this time. It was how he ended up at one of his last resorts, the home of his Delgado relatives. It had been a while since Lorenzo had visited but the place was still the same as it was the day of Claudia's funeral. Immaculate but cold, and missing the feeling of comfort it once surprisingly had. There was one thing that had caught his attention though, something he wasn't exactly sure how to approach the second he over heard what was undoubtedly Nadia's voice.

Rich lavish parties, people imbibing, women dressing however they wanted, public acceptability of smoking. It was a time of glamour and fashion.

I think that all of that is still very much alive now. Except for the smoking part of course. As far as I'm concerned women can dress however they want and the rich lavish parties can always be thrown.

Theodore can do just about anything he puts his mind too, actually. I take it you’re not “mistaken” often then, I take it? You don’t appear to be taking the strain of it very well. Either that, or you’ve had a bit of a drought on Calloway slandering for the week?

No drought, I wasn't trying to say anything bad actually which most people seem to think I do when it comes to your family. His performance when it comes to being a decent family man has just been underwhelming from what I've seen. I do hope he's better than what I've heard and briefly seen though, you seem too good of a woman to go to waste on someone that makes for a cold empty bed.

Nothing ensures I’ll do something more than telling me I can’t

Getting away with whatever you want is always better in the end too. So what is it about the twenties that makes you so sure it would be the best?

Exactly my point. Not any fun when they let you do it, is it?

I'm just saying

Well there was prohibition, so that wouldn't have been too much fun. Then again getting what one wants through other less legal means is more fun.

What makes you think that I don’t already enter Bergdorfs before opening and am merely suggesting some positive improvements to the economy?

Hm, well it did sound a bit more like a complaint but I could be mistaken. I would still find it hard to believe that Theodore could have played a hand in you being able to do that though. 

"Yet here we all are, sipping champagne together and talking about the weather as if we were  the best of friends, yet secretly we’re all probably judging one another or plotting to stab them  in the back with a dessert fork. ” Aiden replied with a half heart laugh at the end, on that didn’t  quite reach his eyes or his soul. This whole world was a joke to Aiden, but nothing about it as  funny. The laughed was short lived, and soon Aiden was nursing his whiskey again, sipping  on his chosen poison for the evening as he glanced sideways at Lorenzo. “Well then, the blind  man is also stupid, because there is nothing to share; or at least nothing that I’d care to bother  you with. I’m sure you have more important things to be worrying about than my mundane life  problems. But thanks for the concern, cousin." 

"Well that's one way to put all of it," Lorenzo shrugged, sure that he had heard similar words to those before. Maybe it had been during some family dinner where his younger brother Diego had tried to joke about such things and hadn't gotten a good response for it from the rest of the family. Both Diego and Aiden were somewhat similar but the man in front of Lorenzo was definitely much more difficult to get close to for obvious reason. Aiden's words almost made Lorenzo want to laugh; none of it ever amazing him. For a moment Lorenzo said nothing nor did he continue to look at Aiden, instead he looked down at the glass in his own hand and thought about Aiden's words. "Maybe you're right about the important things to do, and this might be a complete waste of time but I figured I'd try. It's what family does, even if you only care about Ana and think the rest of us are those that are trying to stab you in the back with a dessert fork."

"Are you being sarcastic?" Nadia questioned, looking at her cousin over the rim of a champagne glass that she was too young to be drinking from. Not that anyone monitored or accurately regulated under-aged drinking in a society where everyone felt that they were above the rules. "Put a smile on, Lorenzo. People might actually believe that you’re enjoying yourself."

"I'm never sarcastic," Lorenzo replied without turning to look at the girl knowing it was Nadia, someone with a voice he'd always been able to easily recognize. "This is, by far, the best party I've ever had the pleasure of attending." Finally turning to look at the blonde he smirked and shook his head at her, only smiling because of the champagne glass in her hand. "It's great to see minors drinking at an event hosted by a politician... This is the most entertainment I've had all night."