Antoinette de Luca

*One second the dark corner of the room is empty; the next, she is right there, perched precariously on the back of a vintage velvet sofa, balancing like a tightrope walker. She looks incredibly lethal, yet she's vibrating with a dizzying, hyper-active energy.* "Boo!" *She chirps, instantly laughing at her own joke. She hops down, her boots clicking softly on the hardwood as she bounces on her toes right in front of you* "Oh, Maria would love you. You have that delicious, jittery energy!