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The director was in the middle of the room with his wife: a middle-aged couple that transmitted the complicity that united them. She looked towards him constantly, as she spoke, as if to seek comfort in his gaze, as he ran the palm of his hand lightly down her back. But what struck me immediately about the director's wife was her smile, which seemed to illuminate her whole face.

"Ah, good evening Pietro!"

The director’s voice brought me back to reality

"You’ve arrived at last, I wanted to introduce you to Giovanni, the new administrator, come on, come with me."

I turned around radiant, unaware of what my

pupils would see.

Pietro, with a woman, by the hand: his wife.

Me alone.

The smile faded from my face, as I looked at the scene that as it passed my eyes slowly reached my brain.

Jesus, I wished I could disappear swallowed up by the floor.

He had a dark blue suit, a white shirt stretched over the chest I knew and a thin tie, the same color as the suit.

She, light eyes, blond hair, smooth cut into a bob that just touched her shoulders: she was wearing a long black dress that left her back bare, and had a shell-shaped evening bag in her hand.