Booze, champagne, tuxedos, ball gowns, and classical music.
Typical.
Kudos to Alessandro for organizing the same old boring shit each and every year.
It was always the same. Just felt the same.
I have no interest in mafia business. Alessandro is equal to the task and handles it smoothly; else, I would have taught them how to throw a real party.
Not the British slash Italian way, but the fun Parisian way. He's so outdated and hates doing new stuff.
Well, what do you expect from a man who walks around all day with a scowl and a large frown on his face?
Speak of the devil, and he walks right in with the angel hanging by his arm. Victoria.