When I was a little kid, I used to live in Sicily. It was a nice island with my grandparents living there their whole life. They know all the people on the island, including the Caprioli. The elite of the High Society of Sicily.
I don’t know what that means when I first heard it but when I was attending their ball one time with my grandparents and parents, I was astonished to know that the Caprioli was very influential on the island. They might as well be influential in the whole world.
I was wandering around on time when I was getting some food from the banquet table. I was following a butterfly into the garden. I was 12 years old at the time. I know, it was too old for me to be chasing the butterflies but they are beautiful and I cannot resist it.
I was stumbling into a garden where
