Draco found that the decision to take the job that Saveria so desired was not very difficult;
all the agencies he talked to seemed to want him to represent them, but he had the small
problem of having no permanent address. Even though Mama had told him he was welcome to stay
as long as he liked, he still yearned for a place of his own. Despite the warm blessing that
the Luciano family had become, he felt the longer he stayed, the more of a burden he was
placing on them and if there was one thing his father had taught him that stuck it was that
a Malfoy never accepted charity.

This wasn't to say he wasn't looking... in fact, he had found quite a few apartments that
looked promising. But nothing seemed to fit. Even though the old saying stated that beggars
can't be choosers, there was something off about every single one that he looked at. It was
beyond comprehension.

About a month and a half after he arrived in Milan, he managed to escape his fanatic
followers for a few frantic fragments of time alone. Finding himself having outrun them into
a slightly dingy alley, he leaned against one of the walls gave a huge sigh of frustration.
Even though he was usually not one to give in to the superstition of believing there was a
god, he shot a silent inquiry out into the abyss. And when he looked up, he saw the answer
right in front of his eyes - a sign on a side door clearly stating that there was a vacancy
inside. Feeling a supernatural chill race down his spine, he raised a hand to knock.
The door flew open before he released his muscles and a spry elderly woman peered out at him.
"Oh my... you're here about the room, I suppose. I'm Kirstjn Addario nee Svartsdotter. You
must be Draco Malfoy."

Draco stared at this crazy woman for a minute before his voice appeared again. But before he
could respond, she tapped the side of her nose and her eyes glittered mischievously,
signaling in some strange way that it was a secret how she knew. Then she stood back, as if
to allow him to enter her abode, which was exactly what she was doing. Shaking off the creepy
feeling that this woman was more secrets than answers, Draco entered the house and went up
to the attic as she directed him - to find it was exactly right. It had been clearly
transformed into a studio apartment with a small bed and bath and a fabulous view over what
seemed to be the whole city.

"It's perfect..." It came out as more of a whisper, but Kirstjn just smiled approvingly and
nodded.

"Let's finish business after dinner. It's about time I saw Allegra Luciano again and caught
up with the rest of the family."

On their way the few blocks it was to the Luciano house, Draco's curiosity finally got the
better of him. "How did you know...?"

"My boy, do you really need to ask? You're in the middle of magical Milan and have been
living with a family of the biggest gossips the town knows."

"Oh. My. God. Draco! How lucky are you?!" Saveria exclaimed as she rushed out of the house as
fast as she could to meet him. When Draco's ignorance of what she was referring to became
evident, she gasped in shock. "You seriously don't know?! You're walking with Kirstjn Svart,
one of the most famous models of her time! What any beginning model would give for the
networking potential you're getting right now!"

"You are interested in modeling?" Kirstjn asked, feigning surprise. Draco whispered back

"Like you didn't already know that..."

"Careful Nonna Kirstjn... the steps are a little more worn than the last time you were here"
Masso called as he exited to help her into the house.

"Draco... I have decided. I will represent your starting endeavors - now now young man. I will
not take no for an answer. It is the advantage I have to being old, not taking no if I don't
want to. But you will need a name that will make you famous... D Malfoi, the way your
ancestors spelt it perhaps? True to you, and yet unique. I may have to have help though; my
sight is not what it once was"

"Massimo would be glad to help, Nonna" Masso volunteered.

"Massimo will do nothing of the sort" came the growl from the kitchen. Even if it was what
would happen, it would not be without a fight... Though once Mama entered the conversation,
it was over and decided much to Massimo's dismay. He waved his spoon at his brother, the
eternal threat that his brother had better watch his back.

At last, Draco was ready for his premiere entrance to the world as a model. "Let it Rock" by
Kevin Rudolf", a prime example of American music blasted out of the speakers signaling the
start of the show. And Draco did what he does best - walk out into a room full of people full
of confidence, drawing every eye as he glided across the stage.

"I think he will do well... yes. I am certain he will." Kirstjn mused as her sightless eyes
followed Draco's progress in the show. "He will do well indeed. Life is already on its way
up from the pits he has lived in until now."