DISCLAIMER- This chapter is a work of fiction. It is not related to any person living or dead.
SICILY, FEBRUARY 22, 2019.
"Do you still remember the first time we met?" Marco asked as he held her waist and moved with her to dance on a classical song they played in the background.
"On the field?" Helena asked with a glint in her eyes, "No, I cannot remember anything about that."
Marco held her hand and discussed, "I am talking about the first time I saw you after the operation. You were there for me. You restored my health back, always accompanied me and made sure that I was able to stand on my own legs."
"You are holding my hand so tight. What are you scared of?" Helena said with a soft chuckle.
He looked deep into her verdant eyes and said, "I am afraid that I might lose you. I a
