ALESSANDRO

Elena was late.

I drummed my fingers impatiently on the car seat, my jaw tightening as I waited. This must be a way of her rebelling against me. Childish I must say.

I pulled out my phone to call her but remembered I didn’t have her number.

Annoyed, I debated sending the driver inside to fetch her, when the door finally swung open.

she walked out gracefully, suitcase in hand, dressed in one of the many outfits I had bought her. The ones she didn’t appreciate.

“You’re late”, I said as she opened the car and slid in.

“Yes, I am”. Ste replied smoothly, completely unfazed.

“Give me your...