Thorn in the Rose Garden
Vincent's POV In my peaceful sleep, I had cocooned myself around Chiara. I wasn’t sure if I was sheltering her, or if she was my life-saving raft after many years enduring the sorrowful sea of circumstance. Perhaps it was both. For the first time in a long time, life seems to be going well. Chiara has been sent a formal apology from the hospital that resulted in copious amounts of champagne, and ended with Viviana and Chiara dancing to Nancy Sinatra’s ‘These Boots are made for Walking’, while Renzo and I tried not to laugh at their uncoordinated choreography. When the finest bottle of bubbles had been consumed and Chiara complained that her feet were hurting, I immediately took her upstairs and ensured that she was able to rest them by spending the rest of the night on her back. I have e
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