Mena
In a short time, a lot had changed within the mansion. Everything had been prepared for Alessio to step into his new role, from the office to the interior to suit his taste.
The Fanucci mansion, which was first led by his grandpa, then his father, was now led by him.
I liked saying it that way because the words Giulia had used terrified me. In her words, it first belonged to Alessio’s grandma, then her, and now me—because the men were barely at home.
“I’m going to miss my babies so much,” Giulia pouted, squeezing Naty and Melody, both crying in her arms.
Before they would leave for Italy on a private jet, we had shown up with the whole family to say goodbye to them. Grandma Fanucci had already left a few days ago with a few of her daughters.
“I’m going to miss you too, Mommy,” M
