I frown when I notice Arturo sitting at the bar, overindulging once again in a drink. I just ignore him, which has become a habit over time, because the obscene amount of s**t he does goes beyond my tolerance.
Lorenzo appears behind me, hugs me from behind and gently caresses my shoulder, discreetly.
"You look delicious today," he teases in my ear. "Too bad you're forbidden to drink alcohol, but I intend to..."
"Bad timing, if you don't want to end up smeared around here..." I warn. "I just need a wall, Don Vitale."
We married months after I returned, to Fiamma's indignation, since we officially divorced. I wanted to do everything more calmly, without fanfare and without pomp. I chose a simple ceremony among family members at the Estate where we met again. It was so intense that even i
