Alessandro had led Mackenna through the house he was wanting to purchase and waited her approval, his impatience showing as she hemmed and hawed over every tiny detail of the home, even though he had repeatedly indicated he was going to have many of the cosmetic details renovated.
“Let me get this straight,” she stood looking out a set of patio doors exiting the master bathroom directly onto a patio overlooking the backyard. “This,” she waved her arms around, “palace is where you want us to live?”
“It’s smaller than the place in Milan,” he shrugged.
“It’s huge,” she looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed deeply, “Portman’s house is a street over and it’s not half the size of this.” She pointed to an outbuilding. “It has a guest house.”
“Carlos can have the guest house so he can have
