Chapter 1
A great deal has happened since I last wrote in my journal. I didn’t leave it on a whim, but because life called, and called greatly.
I decided that I should go after my true love, my Salvatore, to Italy, since my husband of almost seven-years, the eleventh Baron Beardley, Joseph Georges Charles Fitzroy Von Tussen Beardley, with all his pomp and circumstance, has yet to come home to me after eight months of traveling for business.
I am not certain, but I am guessing he is not coming home any time soon.
I wonder if he has fallen in love—and if it was with his partner, Carl Wainsteam—and finally decided to follow his natural s****l impulses. Now that I know he has a male lover, I suspect that is what keeps him away from here.
Not that I can blame him.
Honestly, I envy his fre
