Maybe it was twelve noon. Greta was probably making lunch, looking for Serafina, or maybe calling me. Maybe... Or maybe, she was calm in the kitchen continuing with her duties without any worries because she knew that we were both here.
Most likely, my cell phone was ringing in my room with calls from Alessandro to give me some answer regarding what I ordered him to investigate.
Most likely, I have had many missed calls from the company, as well as emails waiting to be answered, where without a doubt, Giovanna had been calling me a couple of times to find out the reason for my sudden silence.
Maybe a few missed calls from my parents just to check on my mood, as well as to insist on the invitation to Tuscany.
All of that could be happening right then inside the castle in front of me,
