Georgie found that Falk was easy to talk to, even before sunrise (a rare trait in anyone, honestly). Between him and Fabi, Georgie almost felt comfortable. If only it weren't for Fausto and his awful nephew...

Where had Fausto gone, she wondered. Once Falk appeared, Fausto seemed to have tucked away somewhere private, doing who-knows-what with his time, while Georgie and Falk were doing all the work.

Already, Fausto was proving himself to be a tiresome diva.