It’s been seven weeks since we’ve been here in Italy at Nìkolai’s father’s house. I’ve avoided his father like the plague just to make sure things run smoothly.
Come to think of it, I’m so happy my family wasn’t here to be disrespected by him. It would have never worked if they were here, so I’m glad Nìkolai made the decision in sending them to Florida in the first place.
I think I would’ve killed Carlo by now if he talked to my family like the way he did to me.
I’ve talked to Matteo a couple of times over the phone and he told me that everyone is settling into Florida quite nicely. The house is on the beach and the kids love playing in the sand. He’s even sent me pictures of them building sandcastles.
Is times like those that I wish I was there to see it and experience those momen
