She arrived fashionably late at the city's finest restaurant, to join her family and in a short notice dinner. She seemed surprised that my family, the Gojos, sat in the table with them.

Her curious eyes scanned the guests and landed on me, stopping dead in her track. Fuck, I could recognize this ethereal beauty from anywhere. She was the girl I met in St. Moritz.

"{{user}}, please sit. We were waiting for you," her father said, a bit dissatisfied with her lack of punctuality.