Leonardo Franco POVJust before twelve, we exit the lobby. Bart, his wife, and Robinson, that pretty boy with the soft, white, piano hands whom Luna Belle calls her best friend, are outside. Bart and Robinson are loading bags into the trunk of Bart’s BMW. Bart’s wife, Celeste, looks the worst for wear with a pair of oversized sunglasses shielding her eyes. She’s sitting on a bench next to the entrance, her face whiter than porcelain, sipping green slush that must be some miracle hangover remedy in a takeout cup.At the sight of her family, Luna Belle stops dead. She takes three wide steps to the side, putting a stretch of space between us. Celeste spots her first. She gives a weak wave and makes a puking face.The action catches the men’s attention. Bart and Robinson look up simultaneously. When they notice me, they are still. Bart’s expression gives nothing away. Neither does his relaxed stance. Robin fists his hands and takes a step forward, but Bart stops him with an outstretched ar
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