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Riiiing!

Shit!

The sound comes bursting into my ears as if it were a true nightmare come true.

I feel a hangover thump on my head as I drag myself to the service phone at the hotel and answer,

"Y-yes?" Hello?

"Ferrari, good morning. I'm talking to you from Reception. I'm calling to find out if you need more time to vacate the room, it is ten o'clock."

"TEN O'CLOCK?!"

"Yes sir. Your check out was at eight, but if you need more time..."

"DAMN; NO! MY FLIGHT LEAVES IN AN HOUR!"

And I hang up on the phone.

However, reality hits me with all its might, thus discovering that there is no one by my side.

Only a magnificent perfume on the pillow proves to me that last night was not just a dream.

"Gigi?" I try to call her, jumping out of bed like lightning and going to the bathroom looking for her.

Shit!

She's gone.

"Gigi!" I yell as I walk to the door and open it completely naked going into the hallway.

Nothing.

All deserted, she's gone.

I don't know what time, I don't know what time.

The only thing I feel sure of is that Milan has brought me a surprise among so many trips that I have been able to make to this place and it has not been a coincidence for me.

So I go looking for my cell phone trying to track her down.

Gigi...

Gigi, what's her number?

FUCK!

I don't have any reliable information or confirmation that this could have been her real name...

For God's sake, this woman...

Damn, Gigi, I swear with my life that I will find you!

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