ALEJANDRO'S P.O.V.
"Why are you here, my dear son?" My Papa stood up from his seat and welcomed me with open arms.
Returning the gesture, I pulled away and looked at him for some time.
He was just here at home, where I grew up—located at the quiet heart of Corniglia, Italy.
If you are willing to climb to the top, you will witness the most spectacular views and crystal clear waters.
"Nothing, just visiting my old man."
He laughed at me and went back to his seat, then picked up his glass that contained brandy, his all-time favorite drink.
"Augustino was just here a day ago with Lia. Such a pity you didn't reach them. They left last night," he informed me.
I only nodded at him.
Then my mind wandered off to the beautiful woman I left behind in Tuscany last night.
I was f*****g furiou
