Nighttime in Monza was always cool and seemly.
On the night of the Race Nation dinner, it was a half-moon night and a city more active by 8 PM than at any other time of the day.
Luca's Cadillac was his ride to the Race Nation dinner.
It was a very ceremonial and orthodox gathering, and even his Cadillac might have been the least luxurious vehicle parked in the glittering line of supercars and limousines at the venue's garage.
The venue, Centro Armonia, meaning "Harmony Center" in English, was a wide, crystalline edifice of modern architecture.
At the edge of the Viale Lombardia district, its glass panels and sleek geometry could be seen reflecting the surrounding city lights like liquid silver.
It was the venue's virgin event, having only been completed a few weeks ago.
Such a marvel would instantly draw the attention of the country's elites.
Now, luxury and wealth poured into it; people from far and near, bound by passion, influence, and investment.