The next morning I wake up at half past noon. I am not surprised, I was exhausted. I walk out of our bedroom to find Enzo. I see him in the study.

“How was your night, amore,” I say stepping into the study.

“It was good, mi amore, and I am guessing yours was as well, looking at the time you are waking up,” Enzo says kissing my forehead.

“You are right. I wanted to tell you that I will be going out with Joan to show her around Sicily,” I say smiling while I sit down.

“Okay, just keep me updated if anything happens.”

“I will, amore.”

“I will...