Zoe was arranging their clothes in the closet.
Nat, as she had begged to be called, had been thrilled to learn that the two strangers in her living room were the daughter of her favorite niece, Bella, and her boyfriend.
She had even pretended not to see Matteo retrieving the cigarette butt from under his shoe and throwing it out the window.
Nat was sunny and sweet like she was in the photos Zoe had seen; she had left the trolley full of shopping and introduced herself. Her eyes were filled with emotion as soon as she recognized in Federica the similarities with Bella.
She had set to work and led the youngsters up the parquet stairs, where she had made a brief inspection of the two guest rooms to choose the most suitable one for them, and had finally closed the door behind her, leav
