12-29-2014, 08:01 PM
Enzo glanced at the girl. She was closer to his daughter's age than his wife's, he guessed. Yet here she was unaccompanied in Moscow. Perhaps her parents were somewhere in the mall. Her question elicited little emotional response other than a flat look torn between disapproval and hesitancy. "You did not catch it because I did not say it,"
but eventually his tone softened. She was an innocent girl, like Soraphine was innocent. Perhaps she was as naïve, too. "It is Enzo Dolan,"
he explained, pronunciation melodious, and as well, shared it with Sebastian as well.
"We did not really meet, sir. Not in the true sense of the meaning. I saw you on the street some days past. You were ill."
Memory dawned and Enzo almost chuckled at the similarity of the situation. "You asked if I was lost. I must have a certain look about me for everyone to ask so often."
It was his way of softening the mood, like an apology, for having judged Emily so abruptly moments before.
"Indeed I was not lost then, nor am I now. I came here on a recommendation... Seeking a certain clothier. My attire does not meet high Moscow standards apparently."
but eventually his tone softened. She was an innocent girl, like Soraphine was innocent. Perhaps she was as naïve, too. "It is Enzo Dolan,"
he explained, pronunciation melodious, and as well, shared it with Sebastian as well.
"We did not really meet, sir. Not in the true sense of the meaning. I saw you on the street some days past. You were ill."
Memory dawned and Enzo almost chuckled at the similarity of the situation. "You asked if I was lost. I must have a certain look about me for everyone to ask so often."
It was his way of softening the mood, like an apology, for having judged Emily so abruptly moments before.
"Indeed I was not lost then, nor am I now. I came here on a recommendation... Seeking a certain clothier. My attire does not meet high Moscow standards apparently."