Massimo waited at Pondspring Park. It was only a three minute walk from the docks the cruise ship had let all of its passengers off at—and that was with Massimo carrying both his and Elena's luggage.
Why was it taking Elena and Aria so long to get here? Had Aria's flighty nature delayed them? Aria always took longer to get ready than she claimed—she wasn't nearly as punctual as Elena.
Massimo had never meant to compare the two women, but as they were the only two women in his lives, it had just sort of happened. And while most of his mafia peers would rank Aria higher, Massimo felt that such rankings were too shallow. In every way that mattered, Elena had Aria objectively beat.
It was Elena who could easily light up Massimo's space and improve his mood. It was Elena who always listened
