The morning was just like any other usual morning of the mid-November, the air was chilly and faded white cloud wrapping the sky in a baby blue hue. Everything was the same, one thing that was changed was the position in which Niccoló and Scarlett were, Scarlett, now knew her husband loved her, and she loved him.
Isn't it weird, how some words change the position where we stand, words carry the oldest remedy to problems, those three words were the last ingredient in the relationship of Scarlett and Niccoló?
Were they?
Scarlett woke up as she looked at the sleeping calm face of her husband, although it wasn't anything new to her, or to anyone for that matter, but it had an unusual peace to it, like Niccoló wasn't purposely blocking everyone out, he was naturally calm, naturally at peace,
