Matias
The day of the family dinner had finally arrived, and with it, a level of domestic preparation my penthouse had never witnessed. By six o’clock, the sleek, minimalist dining table had been laid with a cream linen runner, wild jasmine sprigs, and a dozen low burning amber candles. I had personally vetoed the catering agency my father tried to send over to us. Instead, I spent two hours on the phone with a local, family owned Italian restaurant, ordering dishes that were rustic, fragrant, and completely unpretentious."Matias!" June’s voice drifted from our bedroom, accompanied by a frantic scuffling noise. "I am experiencing a crisis of the highest order. Where are you husband?" I abandoned my task of adjusting the wine glasses and hurried down the hallway. I found her standing in t
