I had three days to prepare for the snob party called Carla Pucci's banquet. Vincenzo had explained to me that the Pucci family had organised the banquet for decades. The guests were the wives and daughters of the most influential Italian families in America and beyond, and sometimes the wives and daughters of their associates. Alessandra had discovered that the invitations had been sent out a month ago, which meant that my name must have been a last-minute choice.
I told Alessandra to continue digging and learn all she could about all the other women invited, while I went to meet my very own queen of gossip and entertainment–Jade. She invited me for lnch in her hotel. I agreed, as long as it wouldn't be the same restaurant where I had met with Fabrizio.
