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I look over, and she is now biting her lip, wearing my Ray bans, and flying in bare feet. She then looks over, drops the shades and winks. God help me!
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LORENZO
As the sun sets across the vineyards, we land in Napa Valley. Even if I’m not excited about a party, it will be good to see Ryan, Dante, and Ryan’s brothers, Troy and Chris.
Ryan invited us to stay on the estate, and he knows I’m bringing Storm.
I said we would need two rooms, and he laughed. “Well, this will be good,” he mocked.
We land an hour before guests arrive for the party, and we shower, in our private suites, in the gorgeous old home. As I dress in one of my black tuxes, Anastasia helps Storm.
As soon as I introduced them, on arrival, they clicked. That relaxed me, there is nothing worse than an awkward weekend away.
As Anastasia helps Storm find something to wear, Ryan and I catch up. I ask him where his young bride Caroline is, and he explains in Europe on another movie.
As we stand outside, and with a grand view of the estate and vineyards, I relax. We are surrounded by a stunning rose garden with statues, and the sun is setting. Tennis courts are in the distance, and there is a small area for golf.
The view is stunning, and we can see miles and miles of vines. Horses graze on hills in the distance, and the sun is kissing the horizon.
As guests arrive, I catch Anastasia and Storm walking through the grass, backlit by the sun.
I do a double take, and I cannot believe my eyes.
Storm looks spectacular, and she is wearing an chic long white satin gown. As she gets closer, she blushes, and I gulp.
She is exquisite, but she looks embarrassed, and shy. As she reaches my side, she looks up, nervous. “Do I, you know, look okay?”
“You look amazing,” I say, before I can control my mouth. I take, and kiss her hand, before she blushes even more.
Her eyes have been done smoky in style, and she is drop dead gorgeous.
As Ryan introduces Anastasia to people nearby, Storm bumps shoulders with me. “Just don’t leave me alone. I don’t know anyone.”
I look down, and before I realize it, I say, “I won’t leave you Storm.”
Our eyes meet, and it’s as if we are sharing pure loaded energy without planning it. I’ve never felt like this with anyone,ever.
It’s disturbing, intoxicating and electric.
As well-dressedpeople arrive in exotic cars, limousines, and sleek choppers, they congregate, and drink in the gardens. A tent has been set up, with spectacular food.
Troy, Chris and I talk, and I introduce them to Storm. They then head off to help act as hosts.
Storm and I recognize several stars and directors, from LA, but I avoid them. I’ve personally disliked talking business at parties in the past. It often leads to gossip, and it’s just not my thing.
I never mix business and pleasure.
As Storm and I circulate with champagnes, we taste the appetizers that are handed to us on silver platters.
As people talk, laugh, and drink poolside under the stars, an old-fashioned Hollywood band plays. The atmosphere is light and calming. As Storm and I walk between a large group of people, we get separated.
Storm finally finds my hand, and she holds on tight. It’s cute, and she really does seem shy and sweet.
She is adorable, and it’s a wild contrast to her looking like some heiress in the spectacular satin gown, and Anastasia’s diamonds.
We walk, talk, and stay together, as we circulate, and enjoy the evening.
