As we descended into the Italian countryside after our flight, the familiar sight of sprawling vineyards greeted us, usually a vision of pure warmth and joy.
But today, they served as a gentle balm to the strange and unsettling experiences we had just endured. While the car hummed along the highway back to our home, I noticed Antonio’s grip on the steering wheel, tight with unresolved tension, we found out that the lady we suspected of being his stalker and who wanted to steal Aria when she was born was released from the psych clinic but overdosed on some drugs. So who is doing this? Could it be another woman who is crazy in love with Antonio? it just doesn't make sense.
“Lilly, I’m really sorry we had to cut our honeymoon short. I wanted it to be perfect for you,” Antonio said, his voi
