The club is a lot louder than she had thought it would be, but that opinion didn’t correlate to the music. It’s just a lot at once but she takes in the Christmas lights, the remixes of classic songs that seem to be playing over the speakers, and she can’t help but be amused. It’s not quite the place that she expected and yet that’s what she expects of Angel. Seating herself at the bar and leaning over to talk to the bartender over the music, she asks for the owner, explains she’s a relative and then sits back to cross her leg at the ankle. There’s some kind of festive martini placed in front of her garnished with red and green sugar and she smiles but when Angel steps out from the hall behind the bar, her grin actually makes her face hurt. It’d been years, a decade maybe? Sometimes she thinks that the only time she really keeps is how long each of her marriages last. Regardless, it’s been a while she slides off the bar stool to immediately move to fawn over him, her hands touching his shoulders, his face. “Look at you!” The same, but different. They were all like that, Luciana thought, forever frozen in time but it was in the eyes, she thought. “A business man.”
