That night after dinner, we returned to our apartment. The lights throughout the apartment were dimmed and everything was quiet. I learned earlier in the day that Contessa's bedroom suite was on the first floor. There was also a bunk room of sorts where guards could stay if they were required overnight.
Tonight, was one of those nights.
Giovanni and Armando said good night as Dario and I went up the stairs. It wasn't until we both headed toward the primary bedroom that I realized this would be the first time we were together in the suite since I arrived.
“I need to check a few things in my office," he said, leaving me in the bedroom as he made his way to the private office within the suite.
It was difficult to fathom that last night had been our wedding night. Only twenty-four hours
