ALESSANDRO

I watched as Elena rambled on about our non-existent happy marriage. If I didn’t know her, I might have believed every word.

“And that was how we met,” She finished one of her tales with a satisfied smile.

“I didn’t peg you to be the romantic type, Alessandro”. Mr Gold remarked , amused.

I turned to look at her, having no idea of what she had told him.

“Oh, honey, don’t give me that look”. She teased.

“I was just telling Mr. Gold about the first time you saw me. You know, in the club, I was dancing, and you couldn’t take your eyes off me. So you sent...