The Dinner

MARIA'S POV

"You could maybe repaint the walls since you're looking for a total renovation," Ursula said. We were currently drawing plans to renovate my father's home office. I couldn't bring myself to do it all this time till now.

Every time I thought of renovating it, I broke down in tears. Coming back to Italy was like opening afresh an injury that was in the process of healing. It was a month already, and things were still a bit shaky.

I finally gathered enough courage to do it. I was going to make it to my office now. However, I wouldn't rid it of my parent's presence.

It was only a matter of time before I began to think of ways to revive the legacy that is my father's company.

If there's anything I am grateful for the duchess for, it is the way she drilled business sense in me. She managed to maneuver over five companies, and they were all successful.

I'm not trying to brag, but I've preserved her legacy. I was going to do the same for my parents.

"I was thinking black," I sa