Slick lips
Ivo asked her what she meant, but she told him she'd only say more after school.
"I'm going to spend the entire day thinking about what it could be."
She giggled to herself. "Good. You deserve it."
They rode the rest of the way to Letícia's exclusive school in silence. Ivo stewing in his curiosity and her basking in the triumph of having his interest.
The car stopped in front one of the few low buildings in the entire city. A mansion in faux barroque style, with sugary plaster curlicues and a pastel blue paint job. It stood right at the border between Higienópolis, the lux neighbourhood where the D'Amico family lived, and another lux neighbourhood.
Ivo left the car, opened the door for Letícia and took her hand with a reluctant sigh. Davi trailed a few steps behind them as Ivo led the little girl up the cobbled stairway and towards the iron-wrought gate, where a smiling teacher was greeting every student.